Genius is of no country.
— Charles Churchill
To copy beauty forfeits all pretense to fame; to copy faults is want of sense.
Those who would make us feel, must feel themselves.
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.
The best things carried to excess are wrong.
It can't be Nature, for it is not sense.
Keep up appearances; there lies the test. The world will give thee credit for the rest.
Prudent dullness marked him for a mayor.
Genius is independent of situation.
A joke's a very serious thing.
Patience is sorrow's salve.
Be England what she will, with all her faults she is my country still.
The danger chiefly lies in acting well; no crime's so great as daring to excel.
Though by whim, envy, or resentment led, they damn those authors whom they never read.
