Little do such men know the toil, the pains, the daily, nightly racking of the brains, to range the thoughts, the matter to digest, to cull fit phrases, and reject the rest.
If you mean to profit, learn to praise.
Though by whim, envy, or resentment led, they damn those authors whom they never read.
The best things carried to excess are wrong.
Genius is of no country; her pure ray Spreads all abroad, as general as the day.
Nor waste their sweetness in the desert air.