A work is perfectly finished only when nothing can be added to it and nothing taken away.
The mind conceives with pain, but it brings forth with delight.
Slander is the solace of malignity.
Taste is the literary conscience of the soul.
We must respect the past, and mistrust the present, if we wish to provide for the safety of the future.
The supreme sway of chastity over the senses makes her queenly.