Sound judgment is the ground of writing well.

The press, the pulpit, and the stage, Conspire to censure and expose our age.

Choose an author as you would a friend.

You must not think that a satiric style allows of scandalous and brutish words; the better sort abhor scurrility.

Pride (of all others the most dang'rous fault) Proceeds from want of sense, or want of thought.

The men, who labour and digest things most, Will be much apter to despond than boast; For if your author be profoundly good, 'Twill cost you dear before he's understood.

Abstruse and mystic thoughts you must express With painful care, but seeming easiness; For truth shines brightest thro' the plainest dress.

Tis I that call, remember Milo's end, Wedged in that timber which he strove to rend.

Immodest words admit of no defence, For want of decency is want of sense.

We weep and laugh, as we see others do.

The last loud trumpet's wondrous sound, Shall thro' the rending tombs rebound, And wake the nations under ground.

I know something you do not know. I am not left-handed either.

What joy when the insouciant armadillo glances at us and doesn't quicken his trotting across the track into the palm brush. What is this joy? That no animal falters, but knows what it must do?

If God was dead, how could I feel this bad?

Enjoy your faults, that's what separates you from the rest of the world.

You become megastars when superstars start reprising your roles.

Christians, in particular, realize that their responsibility within creation and their duty towards nature and the Creator are an essential part of their faith.

When you jump off a cliff, is it better to land on jagged rocks or burning lava? I know this one. The answer is obvious: It doesn't matter where you land. You just jumped off a cliff.

The function of music is to release us from the boredom of existence.

If the idea of revolution is to win out, it must be through political enlightenment. It is useless to try to impose it by force of arms.

Nothing stinks like a pile of unpublished writing, which remark I guess shows I still don't have a pure motive (O it's-such-fun-I-just-can't-stop-who-cares-if-it's-published-or-read) about writing.