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.
Secret guilt is by silence revealed.
Restless at home, and ever prone to range.
Shame on the body for breaking down while the spirit perseveres.
Learn to write well, or not to write at all.
He who proposes to be an author should first be a student.