If by the people you understand the multitude, the hoi polloi, 'tis no matter what they think; they are sometimes in the right, sometimes in the wrong; their judgment is a mere lottery.
Heroic poetry has ever been esteemed the greatest work of human nature.
Love is a child that talks in broken language, yet then he speaks most plain.
Ye moon and stars, bear witness to the truth.
Death in itself is nothing; but we fear to be we know not what, we know not where.
Arts and sciences in one and the same century have arrived at great perfection; and no wonder, since every age has a kind of universal genius, which inclines those that live in it to some particular studies; the work then, being pushed on by many hands, must go forward.