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.

The danger chiefly lies in acting well; no crime's so great as daring to excel.

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.

Who, with tame cowardice familiar grown, would hear my thoughts, but fear to speak their own.

Genius is nothing more than inflamed enthusiasm.

With curious art the brain, too finely wrought, Preys on herself, and is destroyed by thought.

If you mean to profit, learn to praise.