Heaven from all creatures hides the book of Fate.
No craving void left aching in the soul.
Wit in conversation is only a readiness of thought and a facility of expression, or a quick conception and an easy delivery.
Tis but a part we see, and not a whole.
Men would be angels, angels would be gods.
I believe no one qualification is so likely to make a good writer, as the power of rejecting his own thoughts.