There is a pleasure in being mad, which none but madmen know.
Few know the use of life before 'tis past.
Thus, while the mute creation downward bend Their sight, and to their earthly mother ten, Man looks aloft; and with erected eyes Beholds his own hereditary skies.
Genius must be born, it can't be taught.
He made all countries where he came his own.
Love works a different way in different minds, the fool it enlightens and the wise it blinds.