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She was like me in lineaments-- her eyes Her hair, her features, all, to the very tone Even of her voice, they said were like to mine; But soften'd all, and temper'd into beauty; She had the same lone thoughts and wanderings, The quest of hidden knowledge, and a mind To comprehend the universe: nor these Alone, but with them gentler powers than mine, Pity, and smiles, and tears-- which I had not; And tenderness-- but that I had for her; Humility-- and that I never had. Her faults were mine-- her virtues were her own-- I loved her, and destroy'd her!

The drying up a single tear has more, of honest fame, than shedding seas of gore.

Like the measles, love is most dangerous when it comes late in life.

Where there is mystery, it is generally suspected there must also be evil.

This is the age of oddities let loose.

Always laugh when you can; it is cheap medicine. Merriment is a philosophy not well understood. It is the sunny side of existence.

There are some feelings time cannot benumb, Nor torture shake.

Man, being reasonable, must get drunk; the best of life is but intoxication.

A timid mind is apt to mistake every scratch for a mortal wound.

There is music in all things, if men had ears.

What an antithetical mind! - tenderness, roughness - delicacy, coarseness - sentiment, sensuality - soaring and groveling, dirt and deity - all mixed up in that one compound of inspired clay!

Who falls from all he knows of bliss, Cares little into what abyss.

It is useless to tell one not to reason but to believe; you might as well tell a man not to wake but sleep.

The Christian has greatly the advantage of the unbeliever, having everything to gain and nothing to lose.

Heaven gives its favourites-early death.

What should I have known or written had I been a quiet, mercantile politician or a lord in waiting? A man must travel, and turmoil, or there is no existence.

You gave me the key to your heart, my love, then why did you make me knock?

There is no instinct like that of the heart.

Gone, glimmering through the dream of things that were.

I shall soon be six-and-twenty. Is there anything in the future that can possibly console us for not being always twenty-five?

Who then will explain the explanation?

A thousand years may scare form a state. An hour may lay it in ruins.

A pretty woman is a welcome guest.

She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes.

I have great hopes that we shall love each other all our lives as much as if we had never married at all.

I only go out to get me a fresh appetite for being alone.

Be hypocritical, be cautious, be not what you seem but always what you see.

Friendship may, and often does, grow into love, but love never subsides into friendship.

The best prophet of the future is the past.

The great art of life is sensation, to feel that we exist, even in pain.

From the mingled strength of shade and light A new creation rises to my sight, Such heav'nly figures from his pencil flow, So warm with light his blended colors glow. . . . . The glowing portraits, fresh from life, that bring Home to our hearts the truth from which they spring.

What deep wounds ever closed without a scar?

The devil was the first democrat

A small drop of ink makes thousands, perhaps millions... think.

Self praise is no praise at all.

Eat, drink and love...the rest is not worth a nickel

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.

The busy have no time for tears.

The art of angling, the cruelest, the coldest and the stupidest of pretended sports.

I awoke one day to find myself famous.

Let us have wine and women, mirth and laughter, sermons and soda water the day after.

A woman who gives any advantage to a man may expect a lover - but will sooner or later find a tyrant.

Dim with the mist of years, gray flits the shade of power.

Good but rarely came from good advice.

Nothing can confound a wise man more than laughter from a dunce.

The truly brave are soft of heart and eyes, and feel for what their duty bids them do.

I deny nothing, but doubt everything.

No hand can make the clock strike for me the hours that are passed.

A drop of ink may make a million think.

Let no man grumble when his friends fall off, As they will do like leaves at the first breeze; When your affairs come round, one way or t'other, Go to the coffee house, and take another.

But what is Hope? Nothing but the paint on the face of Existence; the least touch of truth rubs it off, and then we see what a hollow-cheeked harlot we have got hold of.

Till taught by pain, men know not water's worth.

I do not believe in any religion, I will have nothing to do with immortality. We are miserable enough in this life without speculating upon another.

In solitude, when we are least alone.

The lapse of ages changes all things - time, language, the earth, the bounds of the sea, the stars of the sky, and every thing about, around, and underneath man, except man himself.

They used to say that knowledge is power. I used to think so, but I know now they mean money.

You should have a softer pillow than my heart.

Near this spot are deposited the remains of one who possessed beauty without vanity, strength without insolence, courage without ferocity, and all the virtues of man, without his vices. This praise, which would be unmeaning flattery if inscribed over human ashes, is but a just tribute to the memory of Botswain, a dog.

Opinions are made to be changed or how is truth to be got at?

Adversity is the first path to truth.

Good work and joyous play go hand in hand. When play stops, old age begins. Play keeps you from taking life too seriously.

If I don't write to empty my mind, I go mad.

Let joy be unconfined.

A mistress never is nor can be a friend. While you agree, you are lovers; and when it is over, anything but friends.

You don't love a woman because she is beautiful, but she is beautiful because you love her. Never underestimate the power of love. The way to love anything is to realize it may be lost. The heart has its reasons that reason does not know at all. Music is love in search of a word. There is 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.

Hatred is the madness of the heart.

So do the dark in soul expire, Or live like scorpion girt by fire; So writhes the mind remorse hath riven, Unfit for earth, undoom'd for heaven, Darkness above, despair beneath, Around it flame, within it death.

What a strange thing is man! And what a stranger is woman.

To have joy, one must share it.

What deep wounds ever closed without a scar? The hearts bleed longest, and heals but to wear That which disfigures it.

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.

It is when we think we lead that we are most led.

Man is in part divine, A troubled stream from a pure source.

Come what may, I have been blest.

The poor dog, in life the firmest friend. The first to welcome, foremost to defend.

Be warm, be pure, be amorous, but be chaste.

Always laugh when you can. It is cheap medicine.

In solitude, where we are least alone.

The dew of compassion is a tear.

There's not a joy the world can give like that it takes away.

My heart in passion, and my head on rhymes.

O thou beautiful And unimaginable ether! and Ye multiplying masses of increased And still increasing lights! what are ye? what Is this blue wilderness of interminable Air, where ye roll along, as I have seen The leaves along the limpid streams of Eden? Is your course measur'd for ye? Or do ye Sweep on in your unbounded revelry Through an aerial universe of endless Expansion,--at which my soul aches to think,-- Intoxicated with eternity.

Be thou the rainbow in the storms of life. The evening beam that smiles the clouds away, and tints tomorrow with prophetic ray.

Since Eve ate the apple, much depends on dinner.

Of religion I know nothing -- at least, in its favor.

I am ashes where once I was fire.

Death, so called, is a thing which makes men weep, And yet a third of life is passed in sleep.

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.

Though I love my country, I do not love my countrymen.

Smiles form the channels of a future tear.

Friendship is Love without his wings!

Sorrow is knowledge, those that know the most must mourn the deepest, the tree of knowledge is not the tree of life.

Armenian is the language to speak with God.

Absence - that common cure of love.

There is something pagan in me that I cannot shake off. In short, I deny nothing, but doubt everything.

What's drinking? A mere pause from thinking!

For truth is always strange; stranger than fiction.

Tis an old lesson; time approves it true, And those who know it best, deplore it most; When all is won that all desire to woo, The paltry prize is hardly worth the cost.

We have fools in all sects, and impostors in most; why should I believe mysteries no one can understand, because written by men who chose to mistake madness for inspiration and style themselves Evangelicals?

Men think highly of those who rise rapidly in the world; whereas nothing rises quicker than dust, straw, and feathers.

Eternity forbids thee to forget.

Roll on, deep and dark blue ocean, roll. Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain. Man marks the earth with ruin, but his control stops with the shore.

I am not now That which I have been.

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.

Love will find a way through paths where wolves fear to prey.

Socrates said, our only knowledge was "To know that nothing could be known;" a pleasant Science enough, which levels to an ass Each 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 youth Picking up shells by the great Ocean-Truth."

We are all selfish and I no more trust myself than others with a good motive.

If I could always read, I should never feel the want of company.

Truth is a gem that is found at a great depth; whilst on the surface of the world all things are weighed by the false scale of custom.

Hearts will break - yet brokenly, live on.

Society is now one polished horde, formed of two mighty tries, the Bores and Bored.

Why I came here, I know not; where I shall go it is useless to inquire - in the midst of myriads of the living and the dead worlds, stars, systems, infinity, why should I be anxious about an atom?

The dome of thought, the palace of the soul.

And gentle winds and waters near, make music to the lonely ear.

But words are things, and a small drop of ink, Falling like dew, upon a thought, produces That which makes thousands, perhaps millions, think.

All tragedies are finished by a death, All comedies are ended by a marriage.

I should, many a good day, have blown my brains out, but for the recollection that it would have given pleasure to my mother-in-law.

And I would hear yet once before I perish The voice which was my music... Speak to me!

Think not I am what I appear.

Critics are already made.

I stood among them, but not of them: in a shroud of thoughts which were not their thoughts.

I slept and dreamt that life was beauty; I woke and found that life was duty.

A celebrity is one who is known to many persons he is glad he doesn't know.

Reason is so unreasonable, that few people can say they are in possession of it.