And life 's enchanted cup but sparkles near the brim.
Between two worlds life hovers like a star, twixt night and morn, upon the horizon's verge.
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.
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.
A woman being never at a loss... the devil always sticks by them.
War, war is still the cry,-"war even to the knife!"
Absence - that common cure of love.
If from society we learn to live, solitude should teach us how to die.
They truly mourn, that mourn without a witness.
To chase the glowing hours with flying feet.
To be perfectly original one should think much and read little, and this is impossible, for one must have read before one has learnt to think.
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.
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.
Death, so called, is a thing which makes men weep, And yet a third of life is passed in sleep.
It is true from early habit, one must make love mechanically as one swims; I was once very fond of both, but now as I never swim unless I tumble into the water, I don't make love till almost obliged.
A quiet conscience makes one so serene.
Italia! O Italia! thou who hast The fatal gift of beauty.
All who joy would win must share it. Happiness was born a Twin.
When we two parted In silence and tears, Half broken-hearted, To sever for years.
Had sigh'd to many, though he loved but one.
Liberty - eternal spirit of the chainless mind
I stood in Venice, on the Bridge of Sighs; A palace and a prison on each hand; I saw from out the wave of her structure's rise As from the stroke of the enchanter's wand: A thousand years their cloudy wings expand Around me, and a dying Glory smiles O'er the far times, when many a subject land Look'd to the winged Lion's marble pines, Where Venice sate in state, throned on her hundred isles.
I am always most religious upon a sunshiny day.
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.
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