Old trees in their living state are the only things that money cannot command.
I strove with none; for none was worth my strife.
The deafest man can hear praise, and is slow to think any an excess.
The present, like a note in music, is nothing but as it appertains to what is past and what is to come.
A critic is never too severe when he only detects the faults of an author. But he is worse than too severe when, in consequence of this detection, be presumes to place himself on a level with genius.
If there were no falsehood in the world, there would be no doubt, if there were no doubt, there would be no inquiry; if no inquiry, no wisdom, no knowledge, no genius; and Fancy herself would lie muffled up in her robe, inactive, pale, and bloated.