Strike the dog dead, it's but a critic!

Nature is so perfect that the Trinity couldn't have fashioned her any more perfect. She is an organ on which our Lord plays and the devil works the bellows.

The human mind will not be confined to any limits.

A word spoken is a terrible thing when it suddenly utters what the heart has long allowed.

If all these devils really exist it proves there must be angels, too.

The true poet is called to take in the splendor of the world and for that reason will always be inclined to praise rather than tofind fault.

I can promise to be sincere, but I cannot promise to be impartial.