It is one of the worst things of sentiment that the voice grows to be more important than the words, and the speaker than that what is spoken.

In anything fit to be called by the name of reading, the process itself should be absorbing and voluptuous; we should gloat over a book, be rapt clean out of ourselves.

After all, the commonplaces are the great poetic truths.

Let any man speak long enough, he will get believers.

Like a bird singing in the rain, let grateful memories survive in time of sorrow.

There is but one art, to omit! Oh, if I knew how to omit I would ask no other knowledge. A man who knows how to omit would make an Iliad of a daily paper.

Courage, the footstool of the Virtues, upon which they stand.