It may be whispered to those uninitiated people who are anxious to know the habits and make the acquaintance of men of letters, that there are no race of people who talk about books, or, perhaps, who read books, so little as literary men.
It is impossible, in our condition of Society, not to be sometimes a Snob.
People who do not know how to laugh are always pompous and self-conceited.
There are a thousand thoughts lying within a man that he does not know till he takes up a pen to write.
When you look at me, when you think of me, I am in paradise.
Dinner was made for eating, not for talking.