You purchase pain with all that joy can give and die of nothing but a rage to live.

For critics, as they are birds of prey, have ever a natural inclination to carrion.

There is a certain majesty in simplicity which is far above all the quaintness of wit.

An excuse is worse and more terrible than a lie; for an excuse is a lie guarded.

So vast is art, so narrow human wit.

Religion blushing, veils her sacred fires, And unawares Morality expires.

Cavil you may, but never criticise.