Whatever is, is right.

Some judge of authors' names, not works, and then Nor praise nor blame the writings, but the men.

Absent or dead, still let a friend be dear.

There are some solitary wretches who seem to have left the rest of mankind, only, as Eve left Adam, to meet the devil in private.

Only music has the ability to take you to the edge of reality and allow you to peek in for a moment.

Behold the child, by Nature's kindly law pleased with a rattle, tickled with a straw.

Wholesome solitude, the nurse of sense!