Fear of death is worse than dying.

There is a nobility in the world of manners.

Ever building, building to the clouds, still building higher, and never reflecting that the poor narrow basis cannot sustain the giddy tottering column.

What is the short meaning of the long speech?

No doubt the artist is the child of his time; but woe to him if he is also its disciple, or even its favorite.

Appearance should never attain reality, And if nature conquers, then must art retire.

There is no solitude in nature.