Every cold empirick, when his heart is expanded by a successful experiment, swells into a theorist.

Grief is a species of idleness.

The real satisfaction which praise can afford, is when what is repeated aloud agrees with the whispers of conscience, by showing us that we have not endeavored to deserve well in vain.

...it will not always happen that the success of a poet is proportionate to his labor.

There prevails among men of letters, an opinion, that all appearance of science is particularly hateful to Women; and that therefore whoever desires to be well received in female assemblies, must qualify himself by a total rejection of all that is serious, rational, or important; must consider argument or criticism as perpetually interdicted; and devote all his attention to trifles, and all his eloquence to compliment.

In bed we laugh, in bed we cry, and born in bed, in bed we die; the near approach a bed may show of human bliss to human woe.

An epithet or metaphor drawn from nature ennobles art; an epithet or metaphor drawn from art degrades nature.