The vain poet is of the opinion that nothing of his can be too much: he sends to you basketful after basketful of juiceless fruit, covered with scentless flowers.

Music is God's gift to man, the only art of Heaven given to earth, the only art of earth we take to Heaven.

Ambition does not see the earth she treads on: The rock and the herbage are of one substance to her.

We cannot conquer fate and necessity, yet we can yield to them in such a manner as to be greater than if we could.

We may receive so much light as not to see, and so much philosophy as to be worse than foolish.

The spirit of Greece, passing through and ascending above the world, hath so animated universal nature, that the very rocks and woods, the very torrents and wilds burst forth with it.

A mercantile democracy may govern long and widely; a mercantile aristocracy cannot stand.