Thou tyrant, tyrant Jealousy, Thou tyrant of 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.
Thou strong seducer, Opportunity!
A lively faith will bear aloft the mind, and leave the luggage of good works behind.
But far more numerous was the herd of such, Who think too little, and who talk too much.
I strongly wish for what I faintly hope; like the daydreams of melancholy men, I think and think in things impossible, yet love to wander in that golden maze.