The present age has witnessed an extraordinary increase of a thinking public, by the facilities afforded to the diffusion of reading; the former happy resignation to ignorance begins to make way for a state of half-enlightenment, and few persons are willing to remain in the condition in which their birth has placed then.

He who never ventures beyond actuality will never win the prize of truth.

Weep, for the light is dead.

If you cannot please everyone with your deeds and your art, please a few. To please many is bad.

The reason for you complaint lies, it seems to me, in the constraint which your intellect imposes upon your imagination. Here I will make an observation, and illustrate it by an allegory. Apparently, it is not good-and indeed it hinders the creative work of the mind-if the if the intellect examines too closely the ideas pouring in, as it were, at the gates.

All things must; man is the only creature that wills.

O who knows what slumbers in the background of the times?