Grief dejects and wrings the tortured soul.

You gain your point if your industrious art can make unusual words easy.

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

Sound judgment is the ground of writing well.

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

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

Grief dejects and wrings the tortured soul.