Writing, when properly managed, (as you may be sure I think mine is) is but a different name for conversation.

The desire of knowledge, like the thirst of riches, increases ever with the acquisition of it.

Go poor Devil, get thee gone, why should I hurt thee? - This world surely is wide enough to hold both thee and me.

The history of a soldier's wound beguiles the pain of it.

Proper words in proper places, make the true definition of a style.

Long words, fat talk - they may tell us something about ourselves. Has the passion for fat in the language increased as self-confidence has waned?

You know that I write slowly. This is chiefly because I am never satisfied until I have said as much as possible in a few words, and writing briefly takes far …