To generalize is to be an idiot.
Why stand we here trembling around, calling on God for help, and not ourselves, in whom God dwells?
To the eyes of a miser a guinea is more beautiful than the sun, and a bag worn with the use of money has more beautiful proportions than a vine filled with grapes.
Excessive sorrow laughs. Excessive joy weeps.
To cast aside from Poetry, all that is not Inspiration
If you would help another man, you must do so in minute particulars.