Words once spoken can never be recalled.

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

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

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

The multitude is always wrong.

Sound judgment is the ground of writing well.

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