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.

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.

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.

He mouths a sentence as curs mouth a bone.

Though by whim, envy, or resentment led, they damn those authors whom they never read.

Quick-circulating slanders mirth afford; and reputation bleeds in every word.