A sect or party is an elegant incognito devised to save a man from the vexation of thinking.

If you shoot at a king you must kill him.

There is a property in the horizon which no man has but he whose eye can integrate all parts, that is, the poet.

Things are pretty, graceful, rich, elegant, handsome, but, until they speak to the imagination, not yet beautiful.

Let me never fall into the vulgar mistake of dreaming that I am persecuted whenever I am contradicted.

Sanity is very rare every man almost and every woman has a dash of madness.