He hurts me most who lavishly commends.
He mouths a sentence as curs mouth a bone.
When fiction rises pleasing to the eye, men will believe, because they love the lie; but truth herself, if clouded with a frown, must have some solemn proof to pass her down.
A joke's a very serious thing.
To copy faults is want of sense.
By different methods different men excel, but where is he who can do all things well?