To excite opposition and inflame malevolence is the unhappy privilege of courage made arrogant by consciousness of strength.

The stream of Time, which is continually washing the dissoluble fabrics of other poets, passes without injury by the adamant of Shakespeare.

Unintelligible language is a lantern without a light.

Every old man complains of the growing depravity of the world, of the petulance and insolence of the rising generation.

The misery of man proceeds not from any single crush of overwhelming evil, but from small vexations continually repeated.

There is no book so poor that it would not be a prodigy if wholly made by a single man.

Reproof should not exhaust its power upon petty failings.