You May Also Like / View all maxioms
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!
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.
Dear authors! suit your topics to your strength,
And ponder well your subject, and its length;
Nor read more
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.
Will you have all in all for prose and verse? Take the miracle
of our age, Sir Philip Sidney.
Will you have all in all for prose and verse? Take the miracle
of our age, Sir Philip Sidney.
And hold up to the sun my little taper.
And hold up to the sun my little taper.
He who writes prose builds his temple to Fame in rubble; he who
writes verses builds it in granite.
read more
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,
But every fool describes, in these bright days,
His wondrous journey to some foreign court,
And spawns read more
But every fool describes, in these bright days,
His wondrous journey to some foreign court,
And spawns his quarto, and demands your praise,--
Death to his publisher, to him 'tis sport.
The pen is the tongue of the mind.
[Sp., La pluma es lengua del alma.]
The pen is the tongue of the mind.
[Sp., La pluma es lengua del alma.]
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.