Rage is essentially vulgar.
Is duty a mere sport, or an employ! Life an entrusted talent or a toy!
I never knew a trader in philanthropy who was not wrong in his head or heart somewhere or other.
Men of genius are rarely much annoyed by the company of vulgar people.
And all who heard should see them there, And all should cry, Beware! Beware! His flashing eyes, his floating hair! Weave a circle round him thrice, And close your eyes with holy dread, For he on honey-dew hath fed, And drunk the milk of Paradise.
As long as there are readers to be delighted with calumny, there will be found reviewers to calumniate.