Sometimes he will sit on the carpet in front of you, looking at you with eyes so melting, so caressing and so human, that they almost frighten you, for it is impossible to believe that a soul is not there.

The years I have squandered in puerile excitement, in going hither and thither, in seeking to force nature and time, I ought to have spent in solitude and meditation, in endeavoring to make myself worthy of being loved.

White men should exhibit the same insensibility to moral tortures that red men do to physical torments.

Our busy age does not always have time to read, but it always has time to look.

Sooner barbarity than boredom.

Books follow morals, and not morals books.

You do not become a critic until it has been completely established to your own satisfaction that you cannot be a poet.