Lovers may be - and indeed generally are - enemies, but they never can be friends, because there must always be a spice of jealousy and a something of Self in all their speculations. |
It is very certain that the desire of life prolongs it. |
Folly loves the martyrdom of fame. |
Who loves, raves. Topics: Short |
For truth is always strange; stranger than fiction. |
It is odd but agitation or contest of any kind gives a rebound to my spirits and sets me up for a time. |
Men think highly of those who rise rapidly in the world; whereas nothing rises quicker than dust, straw, and feathers. |
Let none think to fly the danger for soon or late love is his own avenger. |
One certainly has a soul; but how it came to allow itself to be enclosed in a body is more than I can imagine. I only know if once mine gets out, I'll have a bit of a tussle before I let it get in again to that of any other. |
Society is now one polished horde, formed of two mighty tries, the Bores and Bored. |
My turn of mind is so given to taking things in the absurd point of view, that it breaks out in spite of me every now and then. |
Out of chaos God made a world, and out of high passions comes a people. |
If I could always read, I should never feel the want of company. |
I am acquainted with no immaterial sensuality so delightful as good acting. |
Be thou the rainbow in the storms of life. The evening beam that smiles the clouds away, and tints tomorrow with prophetic ray. |
Death, so called, is a thing which makes men weep, And yet a third of life is passed in sleep. |
Where there is mystery, it is generally suspected there must also be evil. |
All who joy would win must share it. Happiness was born a Twin. |
There is something pagan in me that I cannot shake off. In short, I deny nothing, but doubt everything. |
America is a model of force and freedom and moderation - with all the coarseness and rudeness of its people. |