A woman should never be seen eating or drinking, unless it be lobster salad and Champagne, the only true feminine and becoming viands.
Such partings break the heart they fondly hope to heal.
In secret we met - In silence I grieve, That thy heart could forget, Thy spirit deceive. If I should meet thee After long years, How should I greet thee? - With silence and tears
Smiles form the channels of a future tear.
When we two parted In silence and tears, Half broken-hearted, To sever for years.
One hates an author that's all author.
That famish'd people must be slowly nurst, and fed by spoonfuls, else they always burst.
The poetry of speech.
The law of heaven and earth is life for life.
We are all the fools of time and terror: Days Steal on us and steal from us; yet we live, Loathing our life, and dreading still to die.
Talent may be in time forgiven, but genius never
I cannot describe to you the despairing sensation of trying to do something for a man who seems incapable or unwilling to do anything further for himself.
The Christian has greatly the advantage of the unbeliever, having everything to gain and nothing to lose.
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.
He who is only just is cruel; who Upon the earth would live were all judged justly?
Jealousy dislikes the world to know it.
Fame is the thirst of youth.
Sweet is revenge-especially to women.
Death, so called, is a thing which makes men weep, And yet a third of life is passed in sleep.
I live, but live to die: and, living, see nothing to make death hateful, save an innate clinging, a loathsome and yet all invincible instinct of life, which I abhor, as I despise myself, yet cannot overcome — and so I live. Would I had never lived!
One of the pleasures of reading old letters is the knowledge that they need no answer.
Knowledge is not happiness, and science But an exchange of ignorance for that Which is another kind of ignorance.
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.
And the commencement of atonement is the sense of its necessity.
Sweet is old wine in bottles, ale in barrels.
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