So true it is, that nature has caprices which art cannot imitate.
History distinguishes what is accidental and transitory in human nature from what is essential and immutable.
Language is the machine of the poet.
The gallery in which the reporters sit has become a fourth estate of the realm.
Genius is subject to the same laws which regulate the production of cotton and molasses.
With the dead there is no rivalry, with the dead there is no change.