[French] authors are more afraid of offending delicacy and rules, than ambitious of sublimity.
Horace WalpoleOh, we are ridiculous animals; and if the angels have any fun in them, how we must divert them!
Horace WalpolePoetry is a beautiful way of spoiling prose, and the laborious art of exchanging plain sense for harmony.
Horace WalpoleTwo large prominent eyes that rolled about to no purpose (for he was utterly short-sighted) a wide mouth, thick lips and inflated visage, gave him the air of a blind trumpeter. A deep untuneable voice which, instead of modulating, he enforced with unnecsessary pomp, a total neglect of his person, and ignorance of every civil attention, disgusted all who judge by appearance.
Horace Walpole