The mob may hiss me, but I congratulate myself while I contemplate my treasures in their hoard.
Welcome will arrived, the hour that was not hoped for.
Poets are never allowed to be mediocre by the gods, by men or by publishers.
That destructive siren, sloth, is ever to be avoided.
It is but a poor establishment where there are not many superfluous things which the owner knows not of, and which go to the thieves.
As a rule, adversity reveals genius and prosperity hides it