The more we study the more we discover our ignorance. |
Obscenity, which is ever blasphemy against the divine beauty in life, is a monster for which the corruption of society forever brings forth new food, which it devours in secret. |
Is it not odd that the only generous person I ever knew, who had money to be generous with, should be a stockbroker. |
Change is certain. Peace is followed by disturbances; departure of evil men by their return. Such recurrences should not constitute occasions for sadness but realities for awareness, so that one may be happy in the interim. |
Reason respects the differences, and imagination the similitudes of things. |
Soul meets soul on lovers' lips. |
There is a harmony in autumn, and a luster in its sky, which through the summer is not heard or seen, as if it could not be, as if it had not been! |
Nothing wilts faster than laurels that have been rested upon. |
First our pleasures die - and then our hopes, and then our fears - and when these are dead, the debt is due dust claims dust - and we die too. |
A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds. |
Only nature knows how to justly proportion to the fault the punishment it deserves. |
Poets are the unacknowledged legislators of the world. |
Poetry is a mirror which makes beautiful that which is distorted. |
Death is the veil which those who live call life; They sleep, and it is lifted. |
Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought. |
The great instrument of moral good is the imagination. |
Man has no right to kill his brother. It is no excuse that he does so in uniform: he only adds the infamy of servitude to the crime of murder. |
O, wind, if winter comes, can spring be far behind? |
When my cats aren't happy, I'm not happy. Not because I care about their mood but because I know they're just sitting there thinking up ways to get even. |
Tragedy delights by affording a shadow of the pleasure which exists in pain. |