It was for one minute that I saw him, but the hair stood upon my head like quills. Sir, if that was my master, why had he a mask upon his face?

Many's the long night I've dreamed of cheese--toasted mostly.

I consider the success of my day based on the seeds I sow, not the harvest I reap.

The difficulty of literature is not to write, but to write what you mean; not to affect your reader, but to affect him precisely as you wish.

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.

But that is the object of long living, that man should cease to care about life.

There is indeed one element in human destiny that not blindness itself can controvert: whatever else we are intended to do, we are not intended to succeed; failure is the fate allotted. It is so in every art and study; it is so above all in the continent art of living well.