He is praised by some, blamed by others.
The Sun, the stars and the seasons as they pass, some can gaze upon these with no strain of fear.
I court not the votes of the fickle mob.
A good and faithful judge ever prefers the honorable to the expedient.
He appears mad indeed but to a few, because the majority is infected with the same disease.
One gains universal applause who mingles the useful with the agreeable, at once delighting and instructing the reader.