Men will always be mad, and those who think they can cure them are the maddest of all.
Whosoever does not know how to recognize the faults of great men is incapable of estimating their perfections.
Nothing could be smarter, more splendid, more brilliant, better drawn up than two armies. Trumpets, fifes, hautboys, drums, cannons, formed a harmony such as never been heard in hell.
He who cannot shine by thought, seeks to bring himself into notice by a witticism.
Poetry is the music of the soul, and, above all, of great and feeling souls.
Cherish those who seek the truth but beware of those who find it.