Shakespeare Has Had Neither Equal Nor Second.

By Poetry We Mean The Art Of Employing Of Words In Such A Manner As To Produce An Illusion On The Imagination; The Art Of Doing By Means Of Words, What The Painter Does By Means Of Colors.

If Ever Shakespeare Rants, It Is Not When His Imagination Is Hurrying Him Along, But When He Is Hurrying His Imagination Along.

With Respect To The Doctrine Of A Future Life, A North American Indian Knows Just As Much As Any Ancient Or Modern Philosopher.

The Highest Eulogy Which Can Be Pronounced On The Revolution Of 1688 Is This That This Was Our Last Revolution.

He Had A Head Which Statuaries Loved To Copy, And A Foot The Deformity Of Which The Beggars In The Streets Mimicked.