No mortal has a right to wag his tongue, much less to wag his pen, without saying something.

My whinstone house my castle is, I have my own four walls.

Conviction never so excellent, is worthless until it coverts itself into conduct.

True humor springs not more from the head than from the heart. It is not contempt; its essence is love. It issues not in laughter, but in still smiles, which lie far deeper.

A person who is gifted sees the essential point and leaves the rest as surplus.

Habit and imitation--there is nothing more perennial in us than these two. They are the source of all working, and all apprenticeship, of all practice, and all learning, in this world.

The devil has his elect.