A great man shows his greatness by the way he treats little men.

It is part of my creed that the only poetry is history, could we tell it right.

Authors are the vanguard in the march of mind, the intellectual backwoodsmen, reclaiming from the idle wilderness new territories for the thought and activity of their happier brethren.

Not on morality, but on cookery, let us build our stronghold: there brandishing our frying-pan, as censer, let us offer sweet incense to the Devil, and live at ease on the fat things he has provided for his elect!

The archenemy is the arch stupid!

Why tell me that a man is a fine speaker, if it is not the truth that he is speaking?

Our very walking is an incessant falling; a falling and a catching of ourselves before we come actually to the pavement. It is emblematic of all things a man does.