Children are what the mothers are.

I strove with none; for none was worth my strife.

The vain poet is of the opinion that nothing of his can be too much: he sends to you basketful after basketful of juiceless fruit, covered with scentless flowers.

Clear writers, like fountains, do not seem so deep as they are; the turbid look the most profound.

Those who in living fill the smallest space, In death have often left the greatest void.

Principles do not mainly influence even the principled; we talk on principle, but we act on interest.

Vast objects of remote altitude must be looked at a long while before they are ascertained. Ages are the telescope tubes that must be lengthened out for Shakespeare; and generations of men serve but a single witness to his claims.