He who, in an enlightened and literary society, aspires to be a great poet, must first become a little child. He must take to pieces the whole web of his mind. He must unlearn much of that knowledge which has perhaps constituted hitherto his chief title to superiority. His very talents will be a hindrance to him.

Even the law of gravitation would be brought into dispute were there a pecuniary interest involved.

Language is the machine of the poet.

Parent of sweetest sounds, yet mute forever.

It may be laid as an universal rule that a government which attempts more than it ought will perform less.

When the great Kepler bad at length discovered the harmonic laws that regulate the motions of the heavenly bodies, he exclaimed: "Whether my discoveries will be read by posterity or by my contemporaries is a matter that concerns them more than me. I may well be contented to wait one century for a reader, when God Himself, during so many thousand years, has waited for an observer like myself.

Ye diners out from whom we guard our spoons.