And tears are heard within the harp I touch.

There is no lighter burden, nor more agreeable, than a pen.

I desire that death find me ready and writing, or if it please Christ, praying and intears.

Each famous author of antiquity whom I recover places a new offence and another cause of dishonor to the charge of earlier generations, who, not satisfied with their own disgraceful barrenness, permitted the fruit of other minds, and the writings that their ancestors had produced by toil and application, to perish through insufferable neglect. Although they had nothing of their own to hand down to those who were to come after, they robbed posterity of its ancestral heritage.

Great errors seldom originate but with men of great minds.

For virtue only finds eternal Fame.

I looked back at the summit of the mountain, which seemed but a cubit high in comparison with the height of human contemplation, were in not too often merged in the corruptions of the earth.