The multitude is always wrong.

What you keep by you, you may change and mend but words, once spoken, can never be recalled.

Invention is not so much the result of labor as of judgment.

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

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

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

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