No one ever became great by imitation.
Invention is almost the only literary labour which blindness cannot obstruct.
Critics, like the rest of mankind, are very frequently misled by interest.
Sorrow is a kind of rust of the soul, which every new idea contributes in its passage to scour away. It is the putrefaction of stagnant life, and is remedied by exercise and motion.
It is better to live rich than to die rich.
He that will enjoy the brightness of sunshine, must quit the coolness of the shade.