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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.
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.
As so I penned
It down, until at last it came to be,
For length and breadth, read more
As so I penned
It down, until at last it came to be,
For length and breadth, the bigness which you see.
There is probably no hell for authors in the next world--they
suffer so much from critics and publishers in read more
There is probably no hell for authors in the next world--they
suffer so much from critics and publishers in this.
None but an author knows an author's cares,
Or Fancy's fondness for the child she bears.
None but an author knows an author's cares,
Or Fancy's fondness for the child she bears.
The book that he has made renders its author this service in
return, that so long as the book read more
The book that he has made renders its author this service in
return, that so long as the book survives, its author remains
immortal and cannot die.
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!
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.
The sin of Judah is written with a pen of iron, and with the
point of a diamond: it read more
The sin of Judah is written with a pen of iron, and with the
point of a diamond: it is graven upon the table of their heart,
and upon the horns of your altars;
Whilst their children remember their altars and their groves by
the green trees upon the high hills.