Utility is the great idol of the age, to which all powers must do service and all talents swear allegiance. In this great balance of utility, the spiritual service of art has no weight, and, deprived of all encouragement, it vanishes from the noisy Vanity Fair of our time.

I am better than my reputation

Satisfied if they themselves can escape from the hard labour of thought, they willingly abandon to others the guardianship of their thoughts.

Wise to resolve, patient to perform.

Alas! When duty grows thy law, enjoyment fades away.

Not without a shudder may the human hand reach into the mysterious urn of destiny.

There is room in the smallest cottage for a happy loving pair.