Critics are already made.
There is music in all things, if men had ears.
What an antithetical mind! - tenderness, roughness - delicacy, coarseness - sentiment, sensuality - soaring and groveling, dirt and deity - all mixed up in that one compound of inspired clay!
Out of chaos God made a world, and out of high passions comes a people.
In England the only homage which they pay to Virtue - is hypocrisy.
And I would hear yet once before I perish The voice which was my music... Speak to me!