An Ingenuous Mind Feels In Unmerited Praise

Sculpture And Painting Are Moments Of Life; Poetry Is Life Itself.

Fame, They Tell You, Is Air; But Without Air There Is No Life For Any; Without Fame There Is None For The Best.

It Is As Wise To Moderate Our Belief As Our Desires.

The Eyes Of Critics, Whether In Commending Or Carping, Are Both On One Side, Like A Turbot's.

Life And Death Appear More Certainly Ours Than Whatsoever Else; And Yet Hardly Can That Be Called Ours, Which Comes Without Our Knowledge, And Goes Without It.