The great man who thinks greatly of himself, is not diminishing that greatness in heaping fuel on his fire.

Literature is an avenue to glory, ever open for those ingenious men who are deprived of honours or of wealth.

But, indeed, we prefer books to pounds; and we love manuscripts better than florins; and we prefer small pamphlets to war horses.

The defects of great men are the consolation of the dunces.

There is an art of reading, as well as an art of thinking, and an art of writing.

Those who do not read criticism will rarely merit to be criticised.