In the first place, all books that get fairly into the vital air of the world were written by the successful class, by the affirming and advancing class, who utter what tens of thousands feel though they cannot say.

Everything is beautiful seen from the point of the intellect, or as truth. But all is sour if seen as experience.

Let him go where he will, he can only find so much beauty or worth as he carries.

Perpetual modernness is the measure of merit, in every work of art; since the author of it was not misled by anything short- livedor local, but abode by real and abiding traits.

Happy is the hearing man; unhappy the speaking man.

Nobody trips over mountains. It is the small pebble that causes you to stumble. Pass all the pebbles in your path and you will find you have crossed the mountain. The mind does not create what it perceives, anymore than the eye creates the rose.

A certain awkwardness marks the use of borrowed thoughts; but as soon as we have learned what to do with them, they become our own.