In this commonplace world every one is said to be romantic who either admires a fine thing or does one.
Truth shines the brighter, clad in verse.
Time conquers all, and we must time obey.
Whoever thinks a faultless piece to see, Thinks what ne'er was, nor is, nor e'er shall be.
A disputant no more cares for the truth than the sportsman for the hare.
Man never thinks himself happy, but when he enjoys those things which others want or desire.