We uniformly applaud what is right and condemn what is wrong, when it costs us nothing but the sentiment.
The only impeccable writers are those who never wrote.
It is a false principle that because we are entirely occupied with ourselves, we must equally occupy the thoughts of others. The contrary inference is the fair one.
Anyone is to be pitied who has just sense enough to perceive his deficiencies.
Literature, like nobility, runs in the blood.
Within my heart is lurking suspicion, and base fear, and shame and hate; but above all, tyrannous love sits throned, crowned with her graces, silent and in tears.