The scholars of Ireland seem not to have the least conception of style, but run on in a flat phraseology, often mingled with barbarous terms.
Everybody wants to live forever, but nobody wants to grow old.
An English tongue, if refined to a certain standard, might perhaps be fixed forever.
The proper words in the proper places are the true definition of style.
Orators inflame the people, whose anger is really but a short fit of madness.
The latter part of a wise person's life is occupied with curing the follies, prejudices and false opinions they contracted earlier.