No Man Sympathizes With The Sorrows Of

Advice Is Offensive, It Shows Us That We Are Known To Others As Well As To Ourselves.

Foppery Is Never Cured; It Is The Bad Stamina Of The Mind, Which, Like Those Of The Body, Are Never Rectified; Once A Coxcomb Always A Coxcomb.

The Business Of A Poet Is To Examine Not The Individual But The Species; To Remark General Properties And Large Appearances.

A Lexicographer, A Writer Of Dictionaries, A Harmless Drudge.

It Is Scarcely Credible To What Degree Discernment May Be Dazzled By The Mist Of Pride, And Wisdom Infatuated By The Intoxication Of Flattery.