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

I will not quarrel with a slight mistake, Such as our nature's frailty may excuse.

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

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

The multitude is always wrong.

Sound judgment is the ground of writing well.

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