Words once spoken can never be recalled.

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.

Choose an author as you would a friend.

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

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.

Immodest words admit of no defence, For want of decency is want of sense.