Language Is The Dress Of Thought; Every

See Nations Slowly Wise, And Meanly Just, To Buried Merit Raise The Tardy Bust.

I Should As Soon Think Of Contradicting A Bishop

The Limbs Will Quiver And Move After The Soul Is Gone.

Classical Quotation Is The Parole Of Literary Men All Over The World.

I Look Upon This As I Did Upon The Dictionary: It Is All Work, And My Inducement To It Is Not Love Or Desire Of Fame, But The Want Of Money, Which Is The Only Motive To Writing That I Know Of.