Heaven's my destination.

For what human ill does dawn not seem to be alternative?

Every writer is necessarily a critic - that is, each sentence is a skeleton accompanied by enormous activity of rejection; and each selection is governed by general principles concerning truth, force, beauty, and so on. The critic that is in every fabulist is like the iceberg - nine-tenths of him is under water.

the whole purport of literature...is the notation of the heart. Style is but the faintly contemptible vessel in which the bitter liquid is recommended to the world.

Oh, earth, you're too wonderful for anybody to realize you. Do any human beings ever realize life while they live it -- every, every minute?

If a man has no vices, he is in great danger of making vices about his virtues, and there's a spectacle.

Comparisons of one's lot with others' teaches us nothing and enfeebles the will.