He was a man of his times. with one virtue and a thousand crimes. (The Corsair)
Out of chaos God made a world, and out of high passions comes a people.
Gone, glimmering through the dream of things that were.
All tragedies are finished by a death, All comedies are ended by a marriage.
And gentle winds and waters near, make music to the lonely ear.
No words suffice the secret soul to show, For truth denies all eloquence to woe.