Fiction is of the essence of poetry as well as of painting; there is a resemblance in one of human bodies, things, and actions which are not real, and in the other of a true story by fiction.

Good Heaven, whose darling attribute we find is boundless grace, and mercy to mankind, abhors the cruel.

No government has ever been, or can ever be, wherein time-servers and blockheads will not be uppermost.

Some of our philosophizing divines have too much exalted the faculties of our souls, when they have maintained that by their force mankind has been able to find out God.

We by art unteach what Nature taught.

Fowls, by winter forced, forsake the floods, and wing their hasty flight to happier lands.

Roused by the lash of his own stubborn tail our lion now will foreign foes assail.