It Is The Nurse That The Child

Vain Hopes Are Like Certain Dreams Of Those Who Wake.

That Which Offends The Ear Will Not Easily Gain Admission To The Mind.

Prune What Is Turgid, Elevate What Is Commonplace, Arrange What Is Disorderly, Introduce Rhythm Where The Language Is Harsh, Modify Where It Is Too Absolute.

If You Direct Your Whole Thought To Work Itself, None Of The Things Which Invade Eyes Or Ears Will Reach The Mind.

Let Us Never Adopt The Maxim, Rather Lose Our Friend Than Our Jest.