Everything here below beneath the sun is subject to continual change; and perhaps there is nothing which can be called more inconstant than opinion, which turns round in an everlasting circle like the wheel of fortune. He who reaps praise today is overwhelmed with biting censure tomorrow; today we trample under foot the man who tomorrow will be raised far above us.
The Cremona violin. (Rath Krespel) The fermata. Signor Formica. The sand-man. The entail. Arthur's hall (ed. 1885)