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Dear authors! suit your topics to your strength,
And ponder well your subject, and its length;
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Dear authors! suit your topics to your strength,
And ponder well your subject, and its length;
Nor lift your lad, before you're quite aware
What weight your shoulders will, or will not, bear.
That writer does the most, who gives his reader the most
knowledge, and takes from him the least time.
That writer does the most, who gives his reader the most
knowledge, and takes from him the least time.
No author ever drew a character, consistent to human nature, but
what he was forced to ascribe to it read more
No author ever drew a character, consistent to human nature, but
what he was forced to ascribe to it many inconsistencies.
Indeed, unless a man can link his written thoughts with the
everlasting wants of men, so that they shall read more
Indeed, unless a man can link his written thoughts with the
everlasting wants of men, so that they shall draw more from them
as wells, there is no more immortality to the thoughts and
feelings of the soul than to the muscles and bones.
And force them, though it was in spite
Of Nature and their stars, to write.
And force them, though it was in spite
Of Nature and their stars, to write.
He who writes prose builds his temple to Fame in rubble; he who
writes verses builds it in granite.
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He who writes prose builds his temple to Fame in rubble; he who
writes verses builds it in granite.
- Edward George Earle Lytton Bulwer-Lytton, first Baron Lytton,
Habits of close attention, thinking heads,
Become more rare as dissipation spreads,
Till authors hear at length read more
Habits of close attention, thinking heads,
Become more rare as dissipation spreads,
Till authors hear at length one general cry
Tickle and entertain us, or we die!
Oh! rather give me commentators plain,
Who with no deep researches vex the brain;
Who from the read more
Oh! rather give me commentators plain,
Who with no deep researches vex the brain;
Who from the dark and doubtful love to run,
And hold their glimmering tapers to the sun.
But words are things, and a small drop of ink,
Falling, like dew, upon a thought produces
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But words are things, and a small drop of ink,
Falling, like dew, upon a thought produces
That which makes thousands, perhaps millions think.