Alexander Pope, Essay on Man (1732-34) All Nature is but Art, unknown to thee All Chance, Direction, which thou canst not see; All Discord, Harmony not understood; All partial Evil, universal Good; And, spite of Pride, in erring Reason’s spite, One Truth is clear, WHATEVER IS, IS RIGHT.
William Blake, Infant Joy from Songs of Innocence (1789)
William Blake, Plate 21, The Marriage of Heaven and Hell (1790)
Eugene Delacroix, The Death of Sardanapal (1827)
Caspar David Friedrich, Wanderer Above a Sea of Fog (c. 1818)
John Constable, Rainstorm Off the Coast of Briton (1824-28)
William Hazlitt, “On the Character of Rousseau”: The only quality which he possessed in an eminent degree, which alone raised him above ordinary men, and which gave to his writings and opinions an influence greater, perhaps, than has been exerted by any individual in modern times, was extreme sensibility, or an acute and even morbid feeling of all that related to his own impressions, to the objects and events of his life…. The best of all his works is the “Confessions”…. It relates entirely to himself; and no one was ever so at home on this subject as he was.