In many walks of life, a conscience is a more expensive encumbrance than a wife or a carriage.

A great scholar, in the highest sense of the term, is not one who depends simply on an infinite memory, but also on an infinite and electrical power of combination; bringing together from the four winds, like the Angel of the Resurrection, what else were dust from dead men's bones, into the unity of breathing life.

Enough if every age produce two or three critics of this esoteric class, with here and there a reader to understand them.

Reserve is the truest expression of respect towards those who are its objects.

Even imperfection itself may have its ideal or perfect state.

All men come into this world alone and leave it alone.

The public is a bad guesser.