It has come to be practically a sort of rule in literature that a man, having once shown himself capable of original writing, is entitled thenceforth to steal from the writings of others at discretion.

All infractions of love and equity in our social relations are ... punished by fear.

What you do thunders above your head so loudly, I cannot hear the words you speak.

It never was in the power of any man or any community to call the arts into being. They come to serve his actual wants, never to please his fancy.

Skepticism? Yes, but a saint is a skeptic once in twenty-four hours.

Cultivate an attitude of gratitude, of giving and forgiving. Nothing can bring you peace but yourself.

Beware when the great God lets loose a thinker on this planet.