While Grief Is Fresh, Every Attempt To

Invention Is Almost The Only Literary Labour Which Blindness Cannot Obstruct.

I Hope I Shall Never Be Deterred From Detecting What I Think A Cheat, By The Menaces Of A Ruffian.

The Art Of The Writer, Like That Of The Player, Is Attained By Slow Degrees. The Power Of Distinguishing And Discriminating Comick Characters, Or Of Filling Tragedy With Poetical Images, Must Be The Gift Of Nature, Which No Instruction Nor Labour Can Supply; But The Art Of Dramatick Disposition, The Contexture Of The Scenes, The Involution Of The Plot, The Expedients Of Suspension, And The Strategems Of Surprise, Are To Be Learned By Practice.

Where Grief Is Fresh, Any Attempt To Divert It Only Irritates.

Hypocrisy Is The Necessary Burden Of Villainy.