Dangers by being despised grow great.
Falsehood is a perennial spring.
Public calamity is a mighty leveller.
There are circumstances in which despair does not imply inactivity.
You will smile here at the consistency of those democratists who, when they are not on their guard, treat the humbler part of the community with the greatest contempt, whilst, at the same time they pretend to make them the depositories of all power.
Poetry is the art of substantiating shadows, and of lending existence to nothing.