Party-spirit at best is but the madness of many for the gain of a few.
Wholesome solitude, the nurse of sense!
All Nature is but art, unknown to thee All chance, direction, which thou canst not see; All discord, harmony not understood; All partial evil, universal good.
Jarring interests of themselves create the according music of a well-mixed state.
Ask you what provocation I have had? The strong antipathy of good to bad.
To wake the soul by tender strokes of art, To raise the genius, and to mend the heart