They whom truth and wisdom lead, can gather honey from a weed.

Those flimsy webs that break as soon as wrought, attain not to the dignity of thought.

Accomplishments have taken virtue's place, and wisdom falls before exterior grace.

There is in souls a sympathy with sounds.

All truth is precious, if not all divine; and what dilates the powers must needs refine.

A tale should be judicious, clear, succinct; The language plain, and incidents well link'd; Tell not as new what ev'ry body knows; and, new or old, still hasten to a close.

A man renowned for repartee will seldom scruple to make free with friendship's finest feeling, will thrust a dagger at your breast, and say he wounded you in jest, by way of balm for healing.