The sad dislike those who are cheerful, and the cheerful dislike the melancholy.
The man is either crazy or he is a poet.
If you cannot conduct yourself with propriety, give place to those who can.
I hate the irreverent rabble and keep them far from me.
He who studies to imitate the poet Pindar, O Julius, relies on artificial wings fastened on with wax, and is sure to give his name to a glassy sea.
The power of daring anything their fancy suggest, as always been conceded to the painter and the poet.