A fly, a grape-stone, or a hair can kill.

The laughers are a majority.

While pensive poets painful vigils keep, Sleepless themselves, to give their readers sleep.

Therefore they who say our thoughts are not our own because they resemble the Ancients, may as well say our faces are not our own, because they are like our Fathers: And indeed it is very unreasonable, that people should expect us to be Scholars, and yet be angry to find us so.

I believe no one qualification is so likely to make a good writer, as the power of rejecting his own thoughts.

Get your enemy to read your works in order to mend them, for your friend is so much your second self that he will judge too like you.

So vast is art, so narrow human wit.