 Genius is of no country. |
| Those who would make us feel, must feel themselves. |
| To copy beauty forfeits all pretense to fame; to copy faults is want of sense. |
| Be England what she will, with all her faults she is my country still. |
| Patience is sorrow's salve. |
| It can't be Nature, for it is not sense. |
| The best things carried to excess are wrong. |
| Genius is independent of situation. |
| Little do such men know the toil, the pains, the daily, nightly racking of the brains, to range the thoughts, the matter to digest, to cull fit phrases, and reject the rest. |
| Though by whim, envy, or resentment led, they damn those authors whom they never read. |
| Prudent dullness marked him for a mayor. |
| The danger chiefly lies in acting well; no crime's so great as daring to excel. |
| Keep up appearances; there lies the test. The world will give thee credit for the rest. |
