Genius must be born, and never can be taught.

So the false spider, when her nets are spread, deep ambushed in her silent den does lie.

The province of the soul is large enough to fill up every cranny of your time, and leave you much to answer for if one wretch be damned by your neglect.

One of the greatest, most noble, and most sublime poems which either this age or nation has produced.

Learn to write well, or not to write at all.

The World to Bacon does not only owe it's present knowledge, but its future too.

Not Heav'n itself upon the past has pow'r; But what has been, has been, and I have had my hour.