Stars which stand as thick as dewdrops on the field of heaven.
Death, thou art infinite; it is life is little.
Who can mistake great thoughts? They seize upon the mind; arrest and search, And shake it; bow the tall soul as by wind; Rush over it like a river reeds.
The hero is the world-man, in whose heart One passion stands for all, the most indulged.
Simplicity is natures first step, and the last of art.
Evil and good are God's right hand and left.