Talk Of The Devil, And His Horns

It [is] Very Unfair To Influence A Child's Mind By Inculcating Any Opinions Before It [has] Come To Years Of Discretion To Choose For Itself.

A Grief Without A Pang, Void, Dark And Drear, A Drowsy, Stifled, Unimpassioned Grief, Which Finds No Natural Outlet Or Relief, In Word, Or Sigh, Or Tear.

The Dwarf Sees Farther Than The Giant, When He Has The Giant's Shoulders To Mount On.

A Poet Ought Not To Pick Nature's Pocket. Let Him Borrow, And So Borrow As To Repay By The Very Act Of Borrowing. Examine Nature Accurately, But Write From Recollection, And Trust More To The Imagination Than The Memory.

The Juggle Of Sophistry Consists, For The Most Part, In Using A Word In One Sense In All The Premises, And In Another Sense In The Conclusion.