I speak not of men's creeds—they rest between Man and his Maker.

When Bishop Berkeley said "there was no matter." And proved it--'t was no matter what he said.

'Tis pleasant, sure, to see one's name in print. A book's a book, although there's nothing in 't.

Nothing so fretful, so despicable as a Scribbler, see what I am, and what a parcel of Scoundrels I have brought about my ears, and what language I have been obliged to treat them with to deal with them in their own way; - all this comes of Authorship.

Cervantes smiled Spain's chivalry away.

But I hate things all fiction... there should always be some foundation of fact for the most airy fabric - and pure invention is but the talent of a liar.

And dreams in their development have breath, And tears, and tortures, and the touch of joy; They have a weight upon our waking thoughts, They take a weight from off our waking toils, They do divide our being.