“If we had no winter, the spring would not be so pleasant: if we did not sometimes taste of adversity, prosperity would not be so welcome."]”

“Authority without wisdom is like a heavy axe without an edge, fitter to bruise than polish.”

“Wisdom with an inheritance is good, but wisdom without an inheritance is better than an inheritance without wisdom.”

“I am obnoxious to each carping tongue/ Who says my hand a needle better fits./ A poet's pen all scorn I should thus wrong/ For such despite they cast on female wits;/ If what I do prove well, it wo...”

“The Author To Her BookThou ill-formed offspring of my feeble brain,Who after birth did'st by my side remain,Till snatcht from thence by friends, less wise than true,Who thee abroad exposed to publi...”

“Now say, have women worth, or have they none? Or had they some, but with our Queen ist gone? Nay Masculines, you have thus taxd us long, But she, though dead, will vindicate our wrong. Let such as ...”

“I believe that love--not imitation--is the sincerest form of flattery. Your imitator thinks that you can be duplicated your lover knows you can't.”

“After this manner conceive that a flatterer differs from a friend: for it often happens to both that they engage in the same employments and the same associations; but the one differs from the othe...”

“Becoming accomplished at what you do is no easy task, nor is the goal reached in a day. The process is time consuming, requires dedication, innovative ideas, meticulous strategizing and can be quit...”

“A sincere praise to God makes soul prospers.”

“Praise is pushing back my daily worries and impending tasks to acknowledge my always present, never changing God.”

“All people that on earth do dwellsing to the Lord with cheerful voiceHim serve with fear, his praise forth tellcome ye before him and rejoice”

“All words are pegs to hang ideas on.”

“A word is not the same with one writer as it is with another. One tears it from his guts. The other pulls it out of his overcoat pocket.”

“No doubt I shall go on writing, stumbling across tundras of unmeaning, planting words like bloody flags in my wake....”