With the growth of knowledge our ideas must from time to time be organized afresh. The change takes place usually in accordance with new maxims as they arise, but it always remains provisional.

Too rigid scruples are concealed pride.

He who does not expect a million readers should not write a line.

I wait for the morning of my tears

And those whom once my song had cheered and gladdened, If still they live, rove through the world now saddened.

Misunderstandings and neglect occasion more mischief in the world than malice and wickedness.

He who cannot love must learn to flatter.