A hair in the head is worth two in the brush.

We go on a journey to be free of all impediments; to leave ourselves behind much more than to get rid of others

We grow tired of ourselves, much more of other people.

If our hours were all serene, we might probably take almost as little note of them as the dial does of those that are clouded.

Happy are they who live in the dream of their own existence, and see all things in the light of their own minds; who walk by faith and hope; to whom the guiding star of their youth still shines from afar, and into whom the spirit of the world has not entered! They have not been "hurt by the archers", nor has the iron entered their souls. The world has no hand on them.

There is not a more mean, stupid, dastardly, pitiful, selfish, spiteful, envious, ungrateful animal than the Public. It is the greatest of cowards, for it is afraid of itself.

There are names written in her immortal scroll at which Fame blushes!