Grief dejects and wrings the tortured soul.
Words once spoken can never be recalled.
Invention is not so much the result of labor as of judgment.
Abstruse and mystic thoughts you must express With painful care, but seeming easiness; For truth shines brightest thro' the plainest dress.
The multitude is always wrong.
What you keep by you, you may change and mend but words, once spoken, can never be recalled.