To be honest, to be kind-to earn a little and to spend a little less, to make upon the whole a family happier for his presence, to renounce when that shall be necessary and not be embittered, to keep a few friends but these without capitulation-above all, on the same grim condition to keep friends with himself-here is a task for all that a man has of fortitude and delicacy.

I have a little shadow that goes in and out with me, And what can be the use of him is more than I can see.

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

Everyone lives by selling something.

After all, the commonplaces are the great poetic truths.

Fiction is to grown men what play is to the child.

To be honest...here is a task for all that a man has of fortitude...