Give me the boy who rouses when he is praised, who profits when he is encouraged and who cries when he is defeated. Such a boy will be fired by ambition; he will be stung by reproach, and animated by preference; never shall I apprehend any bad consequences from idleness in such a boy.
The obscurity of a writer is generally in proportion to his incapacity.
It is the heart which inspires eloquence.
It seldom happens that a premature shoot of genius ever arrives at maturity.
Verse satire indeed is entirely our own.
The soul languishing in obscurity contracts a kind of rust, or abandons itself to the chimera of presumption; for it is natural for it to acquire something, even when separated from any one.