Sincerity is moral truth.
Speak for yourself and from yourself, or be silent.
The delusions of self-love cannot be prevented, but intellectual misconceptions as to the means of achieving success may be corrected.
The object of Literature is to instruct, to animate, or to amuse.
The only cure for grief is action.
The superiority of one mind over another depends on the rapidity with which experiences are thus organised.
The true function of philosophy is to educate us in the principles of reasoning and not to put an end to further reasoning by the introduction of fixed conclusions.
When a man fails to see the truth of certain generally accepted views, there is no law compelling him to provoke animosity by announcing his dissent.
A man may be variously accomplished, and yet be a feeble poet.
All bad Literature rests upon imperfect insight, or upon imitation, which may be defined as seeing at second-hand.
All good Literature rests primarily on insight.
All great authors are seers.
As all Art depends on Vision, so the different kinds of Art depend on the different ways in which minds look at things.
Books have become our dearest companions, yielding exquisite delights and inspiring lofty aims.
Endeavour to be faithful, and if there is any beauty in your thought, your style will be beautiful; if there is any real emotion to express, the expression will be moving.
If you feel yourself to be above the mass, speak so as to raise the mass to the height of your argument.
Imagination is not the exclusive appanage of artists, but belongs in varying degrees to all men.
In all sincere speech there is power, not necessarily great power, but as much as the speaker is capable of.
Insight is the first condition of Art.
Insincerity is always weakness; sincerity even in error is strength.
It is unhappily true that much insincere Literature and Art, executed solely with a view to effect, does succeed by deceiving the public.
Language, after all, is only the use of symbols, and Art also can only affect us through symbols.
Literature delivers tidings of the world within and the world without.
Many a genius has been slow of growth. Oaks that flourish for a thousand years do not spring up into beauty like a reed.
Murder, like talent, seems occasionally to run in families.