O, popular applause! what heart of man is proof against thy sweet, seducing charms?
Glory, built on selfish principles, is shame and guilt.
The few that pray at all pray oft amiss.
In indolent vacuity of thought.
The rich are too indolent, the poor too weak, to bear the insupportable fatigue of thinking.
There is a pleasure in poetic pains / Which only poets know.