Great Men Too Often Have Greater Faults

Shakespeare Is Not Our Poet, But The World's.

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.

Every Great Writer Is A Writer Of History, Let Him Treat On Almost What Subject He May.

Greatness, As We Daily See It, Is Unsociable.

In The Hours Of Distress And Misery, The Eyes Of Every Mortal Turn To Friendship; In The Hours Of Gladness And Conviviality, What Is Our Want? It Is Friendship. When The Heart Overflows With Gratitude, Or With Any Other Sweet Or Sacred Sentiment, What Is The Word To Which It Would Give Utterance? A Friend.