Truth and fiction are so aptly mixed that all seems uniform and of a piece.

Our heroes of the former days deserved and gained their never-fading bays.

Beware what spirit rages in your breast; for one inspired, ten thousand are possessed.

Choose an author as you would a friend.

Abstruse and mystic thoughts you must express With painful care, but seeming easiness; For truth shines brightest thro' the plainest dress.

Let us not write at a loose rambling rate, in hope the world will wink at all our faults.

The multitude is always wrong.