If the men of wit and genius would resolve never to complain in their works of critics and detractors, the next age would not know that they ever had any.

Where Young must torture his invention To flatter knaves, or lose his pension.

Reasoning will never make a man correct an ill opinion, which by reasoning he never acquired

Such a man, truly wise, creams off Nature leaving the sour and the dregs for philosophy and reason to lap up.

hoever wishes to win in this game must have patience and money, since the values are so little constant and the rumors so little founded on truth Vision is the art of seeing things invisible.

Fine words! I wonder where you stole them.

This single Stick, which you now behold ingloriously lying in that neglected Corner, I once knew in a flourishing State in a Forest: It was full of Sap, full of Leaves, and full of Boughs: But now, in vain does the busy Art of Man pretend to vie with Nature, by tying that withered Bundle of Twigs to its sapless Trunk: It is at best but the Reverse of what it was; a Tree turned upside down, the Branches on the Earth, and the Root in the Air.