The glance is natural magic. The mysterious communication established across a house between two entire strangers, moves all the springs of wonder.

Vanity costs money, labor, horses, men, women, health and peace, and is still nothing at last,--a long way leading nowhere.

Conservatism stands on man's confessed limitations; reform on his indisputable infinitude; conservatism on circumstance; liberalism on power; one goes to make an adroit member of the social frame; the other to postpone all things to the man himself.

There comes a time in each man's education in which he comes to the conclusion that envy is ignorance, imitation is suicide, and society in in conspiracy against each one of its members.

We write from aspiration and antagonism, as well as from experience. We paint those qualities which we do not posses.

Do your work, but do your thing.

Every mind must make its choice between truth and repose. It cannot have both.