It must be confessed that a sort of halo of personal grandeur…

What young woman is not, more or less, a mirror?

First, think in as homely a way as you can; next, shove your pen under the thought, and lift it by polysyllables to the true level of fiction

Well, every one for himself, and Providence for us all--as the elephant said when he danced among the chickens.

The fortunate man is he who, born poor, or nobody, works gradually up to wealth and consideration, and, having got them, dies before he finds they were not worth so much trouble.

Art is not imitation but illusion.

In players, vanity cripples art at every step.