Though A Man Cannot Abstain From Being

A True Critic Ought To Dwell Rather Upon Excellencies Than Imperfections

Must One Rash Word, The Infirmity Of Age, Throw Down The Merit Of My Better Years?

Man Is Subject To Innumerable Pains And Sorrows By The Very Condition Of Humanity, And Yet, As If Nature Had Not Sown Evils Enough In Life, We Are Continually Adding Grief To Grief And Aggravating The Common Calamity By Our Cruel Treatment Of One Another.

The Productions Of A Great Genius, With Many Lapses And Inadvertences, Are Infinitely Preferable To The Works Of An Inferior Kind Of Author Which Are Scrupulously Exact, And Conformable To All The Rules Of Correct Writing.

Quick Sensitivity Is Inseperable From A Ready Understanding.