Friendship is love without wings.
Tis strange - but true; for Truth is always strange,Stranger than Fiction
If I do not write to empty my mind, I go mad.
Always laugh when you can, it is cheap medicine.
There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,There is a rapture on the lonely shore,There is society, where none intrudes,By the deep sea, and music in its roar:I love not man the less, but Nature more
And thus the heart will break, yet brokenly live on.
I am sure of nothing so little as my own intentions.
Sincerity may be humble but she cannot be servile.
It is very certain that the desire of life prolongs it.
Men are the sport of circumstances when it seems circumstances are the sport of men.
Wives in their husbands' absences grow subtler, And daughters sometimes run off with the butler.
Women hate everything which strips off the tinsel of sentiment, and they are right, or it would rob them of their weapons.
All farewells should be sudden, when forever.
Now hatred is by far the longest pleasure; men love in haste but they detest at leisure.
Truth is always strange, stranger than fiction.
The art of angling, the cruelest, the coldest and the stupidest of pretended sports.
There are four questions of value in life, Don Octavio. What is sacred? Of what is the spirit made? What is worth living for and what is worth dying for? The answer to each is the same. Only love.
I am not nowThat which I have been.
I have simplified my politics into an utter detestation of all existing governments; and, as it is the shortest and most agreeable and summary feeling imaginable, the first moment of an universal republic would convert me into an advocate for single and uncontradicted despotism. The fact is, riches are power, and poverty is slavery all over the earth, and one sort of establishment is no better, nor worse, for a people than another.
Hatred is the madness of the heart.
I only go out to get me a fresh appetite for being alone.
But words are things, and a small drop of ink, Falling like dew, upon a thought, produces That which makes thousands, perhaps millions, think.
To have joy, one must share it.
Man is in part divine, A troubled stream from a pure source.
Where there is mystery, it is generally suspected there must also be evil.
A timid mind is apt to mistake every scratch for a mortal wound.
Be thou the rainbow in the storms of life. The evening beam that smiles the clouds away, and tints tomorrow with prophetic ray.
Friendship may, and often does, grow into love, but love never subsides into friendship.
Love will find a way through paths where wolves fear to prey.
There is no instinct like that of the heart.
Be hypocritical, be cautious, be not what you seem but always what you see.
The heart will break, but broken live on.
Those who will not reason, are bigots, those who cannot, are fools, and those who dare not, are slaves.
There is pleasure in the pathless woods, there is rapture in the lonely shore, there is society where none intrudes, by the deep sea, and music in its roar; I love not Man the less, but Nature more.
Socrates said, our only knowledge was"To know that nothing could be known;" a pleasantScience enough, which levels to an assEach Man of Wisdom, future, past, or present.Newton, (that Proverb of the Mind,) alas!Declared, with all his grand discoveries recent,That he himself felt only "like a youthPicking up shells by the great Ocean-Truth."
Be warm, be pure, be amorous, but be chaste.
Fools are my theme, let satire be my song.
Friendship is Love without his wings!
I am acquainted with no immaterial sensuality so delightful as good acting.
There is something pagan in me that I cannot shake off. In short, I deny nothing, but doubt everything.