Nothing to build, and all things to destroy.

When beauty fires the blood, how love exalts the mind!

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.

Seas are the fields of combat for the winds; but when they sweep along some flowery coast, their wings move mildly, and their rage is lost.

I never saw any good that came of telling truth.

Prodigious actions may as well be done, by weaver's issue, as the prince's son.

I am devilishly afraid, that's certain; but ... I'll sing, that I may seem valiant.