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

Words are like leaves; some wither every year, and every year a younger race succeed.

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

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

Choose an author as you would a friend.

The men, who labour and digest things most, Will be much apter to despond than boast; For if your author be profoundly good, 'Twill cost you dear before he's understood.

The last loud trumpet's wondrous sound, Shall thro' the rending tombs rebound, And wake the nations under ground.