Words are but the signs of ideas.

Almost all the moral good which is left among us is the apparent effect of physical evil.

How small of all that human hearts endure/That part which laws or kings can cause or cure.

Great works are performed, not by strength, but by perseverance. Those that walk with vigor, three hours a day, will pass in seven years a space equal to the circumference of the globe.

The complaint, therefore, that all topicks are preoccupied, is nothing more than the murmur of ignorance or idleness, by which some discourage others, and some themselves; the mutability of mankind will always furnish writers with new images, and the luxuriance of fancy may always embellish them with new decorations.

That is the happiest conversation where there is no competition, no vanity, but a calm, quiet interchange of sentiments...

No writer can be fully convicted of imitation except there is a concurrence of more resemblance than can be imagined to have happened by chance; as where the same ideas are conjoined without any natural series or necessary coherence, or where not only the thought but the words are copied.