The pen is the tongue of the soul; as are the thoughts engendered there, so will be the things written.

The eating. By a small sample we may judge of the whole piece.

He who's never loved cannot be good.

We ought to love our Maker for His own sake, without either hope of good or fear of pain.

Modesty, tis a virtue not often found among poets, for almost every one of them thinks himself the greatest in the world.

It is one thing to write as poet and another to write as a historian: the poet can recount or sing about things not as they were, but as they should have been, and the historian must write about them not as they should have been, but as they were, without adding or subtracting anything from the truth.

Do you see over yonder, friend Sancho, thirty or forty hulking giants? I intend to do battle with them and slay them.