When true hearts lie wither'd And fond ones are flown, Oh, who would inhabit This bleak world alone?
A pun is not bound by the laws which limit nicer wit. It is a pistol let off at the ear; not a feather to tickle the intellect.
A child's nature is too serious a thing to admit of its being regarded as a mere appendage to another being.
The Muses were dumb while Apollo lectured.
We are nothing; less than nothing, and dreams. We are only what might have been.
Boys are capital fellows in their own way, among their mates; but they are unwholesome companions for grown people.
A poor relation is the most irrelevant thing in nature, a piece of non pertinent correspondence, an odious approximation, a haunting conscience, a preposterous shadow, lengthening in the noontide of our prosperity.
I grow ominously tired of official confinement. Thirty years have I served the Philistines, and my neck is not subdued to the yoke. You don't know how wearisome it is to breathe the air of four pent walls without relief day after day, all the golden hours of the day between ten and four without ease or interposition ... these pestilential clerk-faces always in one's dish. O for a few years between the grave and the desk!
For thy sake, tobacco, I would do anything but die.
Ceremony is an invention to take off the uneasy feeling which we derive from knowing ourselves to be less the object of love and esteem with a fellow-creature than some other person is. It endeavours to make up, by superior attentions in little points, for that invidious preference which it is forced to deny in the greater.
I know that a sweet child is the sweetest thing in nature?but the prettier the kind of a thing is, the more desirable it is that it should be pretty of its kind.
No woman dresses below herself from mere caprice.
She unbent her mind afterwards - over a book.
Every commonplace or trite observation is not a truism.
'T is sweet to think that where'er we rove We are sure to find something blissful and dear; And that when we 're far from the lips we love, We 've but to make love to the lips we are near.
Time partially reconciles us to anything. I gradually became content--doggedly contented, as wild animals in cages.
The English writer, Charles Lamb, said one day: "I hate that man." "But you don't know him." "Of course, I don't," said Lamb. "Do you think I could possibly hate a man I know?"
The man must have a rare recipe for melancholy, who can be dull in Fleet Street.
Oh call it by some better name, For friendship sounds too cold.
Separate from the pleasure of your company, I don't much care if I never see another mountain in my life.
If dirt were trumps, what hands you would hold!
Sassafras wood boiled down to a kind of tea, and tempered with an infusion of milk and sugar hath to some a delicacy beyond the China luxury.
A presentation copy...is a copy of a book whoch does not sell, sent you by the author, with his foolish autograph at the beginning of it; for which, if a stranger, he only demands your friendship; if a brother author, he expects from you a book of yours, which does not sell, in return.
While childhood, and while dreams, producing childhood, shall be left, imagination shall not have spread her holy wings totally to fly the earth.
I allow no hot-beds in the gardens of Parnassus.
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