When I suffer in mind, stories are my refuge; I take them like opium; and consider one who writes them as a sort of doctor of the mind.

Do not write merely to be understood. Write so you cannot possibly be misunderstood.

Things looked at patiently from one side after another generally end by showing a side that is beautiful.

There is a fellowship more quiet even than solitude, and which, rightly understood, is solitude made perfect.

The friendly cow, all red and white, I love with all my heart; She gives me cream with all her might, To eat with apple-tart.

Nothing made by brute force lasts.

If a man loves the labour of his trade, apart from any question of success or fame, the gods have called him.