Science is continually correcting what it has said. Fertile corrections... science is a ladder... poetry is a winged flight... An artistic masterpiece exists for all time... Dante does not efface Homer.

My greatness does not extend to this shelf.

Let us admit, without bitterness, that the individual has his distinct interests and can, without felony, stipulate for those interests and defend them. The present has its pardonable amount of egotism; momentary life has its claims, and cannot be expected to sacrifice itself incessantly to the future. The generation which is in its turn passing over the earth is not forced to abridge its life for the sake of the generations, its equals after all, whose turn shall come later on.

The malicious have a dark happiness.

Genius is a promontory jutting out into the infinite.

Mothers arms are made of tenderness, And sweet sleep blesses the child who lies therein.

A writer is a world trapped in a person.