There are some books and characters so pleasant, or rather which contain so much that is pleasant, that criticism is perplexed or silent. The hounds are perpetually at fault among the sweet-scented herbs and flowers that grow at the base of Etna.

We should remember that it is quite as much a part of friendship to be delicate in its demands as to be ample in its performances.

Where there is much general deformity nature has often, perhaps generally, accorded some one bodily grace even in over-measure. So, no doubt, with the intellect and disposition, only it is frequently less apparent, and we give ourselves but little trouble to discover it.

Where we find echoes, we generally find emptiness and hollowness it is the contrary with the echoes of the heart.

It is only with the best judges that the highest works of art would lose none of their honor by being seen in their rudiments.