The history of art is the history of revivals.
Justice while she winks at crimes, Stumbles on innocence sometimes.
Marriage is distinctly and repeatedly excluded from heaven. Is this because it is thought likely to mar the general felicity?
The truest characters of ignorance are vanity and pride and arrogance.
Books want to be born: I never make them. They come to me and insist on being written, and on being such and such.
There is no true gracefulness which is not epitomized goodness.