Falsehood Is For A Season.

We Care Not How Many See Us In Choler, When We Rave And Bluster, And Make As Much Noise And Bustle As We Can; But If The Kindest And Most Generous Affection Comes Across Us, We Suppress Every Sign Of It, And Hide Ourselves In Nooks And Covert.

When A Cat Flatters ... He Is Not Insincere: You May Safely Take It For Real Kindness.

Every Good Writer Has Much Idiom; It Is The Life And Spirit Of Language.

The Sublime Is Contained In A Grain Of Dust.

He Who First Praises A Book Becomingly Is Next In Merit To The Author.