The ingratitude of the world can never deprive us of the conscious happiness of having acted with humanity ourselves.
Laws grind the poor, and rich men rule the law.
Could a man live by it, it were not unpleasant employment to be a poet.
No one but a fool would measure their satisfaction by what the world thinks of it.
Persecution is a tribute the great must always pay for preeminence.
Is it that Nature, attentive to the preservation of mankind, increases our wishes to live, while she lessens our enjoyments, and as she robs the senses of every pleasure, equips imag-ination in the spoil?