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

A tigress robb’d of young, a lioness, Or any interesting beast of prey, Are similes at hand for the distress Of ladies who cannot have their own way

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

I am always most religious upon a sunshiny day…

The mind can make substance, and people planets of its own with beings brighter than have been, and give a breath to forms which can outlive all flesh.

A woman should never be seen eating or drinking, unless it be lobster salad and Champagne, the only true feminine and becoming viands.

Years steal Fire from the mind as vigor from the limb; And Life’s enchanted cup but sparkles near the brim

When Newton saw an apple fall, he found In that slight startle from his contemplation – ‘Tis said (for I’ll not answer above ground For any sage’s creed or calculation) – A mode of proving...

Yet, Freedom! yet thy banner, torn, but flying, streams like the thunderstorm against the wind.

The power of thought, the magic of the mind.

Oh! there is an organ playing in the street – a waltz too! I must leave off to listen.

The fact is that my wife if she had common sense would have more power over me than any other whatsoever, for my heart always alights upon the nearest perch.

Are we aware of our obligations to a mob? It is the mob that labor in your fields and serve in your houses — that man your navy, and recruit your army — that have...

I have always laid it down as a maxim /and found it justified by experience /that a man and a woman make far better friendships than can exist between two of the same sex /but...

The land of self-interest groans from shore to shore, / For fear that plenty should attain the poor.

I stood in Venice, on the Bridge of Sighs; / A palace and a prison on each hand.

Keep thy smooth words and juggling homilies for those who know thee not.

By many stories, / And true, we learn the angels are all Tories.

He who is only just is cruel. Who on earth could live were all judged justly.

When Bishop Berkeley said `there was no matter’, / And proved it – ’twas no matter what he said.

I tell thee, be not rash; a golden bridge / Is for a flying enemy.

Of all the barbarous middle ages, that which is most barbarous is the middle age of man! it is – I really scarce know what; but when we hover between fool and sage, and don’t...

‘Tis very certain the desire of life prolongs it.

Sweet is revenge – especially to women.

Physicians mend or end us, Secundum artem; but although we sneer – In health – when ill we call them to attend us, Without the least propensity to jeer

To fly from, need not be to hate mankind

Tis pleasant, sure, to see one’s name in print; A book’s a book, although there’s nothing’ in ‘t

This is the patent age of new inventions for killing bodies, and for saving souls. All propagated with the best intentions.

Posterity will never survey a nobler grave than this: here lie the bones of Castlereagh: stop, traveler, and piss.

By headless Charles see heartless Henry lies.

The dew of compassion is a tear.

Adversity is the first path to truth; He who hath proved war, storm, or woman’s rage, Whether his winters be eighteen or eighty, Has won the experience which is deemed so weighty

Her great merit is finding out mine — there is nothing so amiable as discernment.

Such hath it been – shall be – beneath the sun the many still must labor for the one

She had consented to create again / That Adam, called `the happiest of men’.

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

I am sure of nothing so little as my own intentions.

Whenever I meet with anything agreeable in this world it surprises me so much / and pleases me so much (when my passions are not interested in one way or the other) that I go...

Hatred is the madness of the heart

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

The Cincinnatus of the West, / Whom envy dared not hate, / Bequeathed the name of Washington, / To make man blush there was but one!

If I should meet thee After long years, How should I greet thee? – With silence and tears

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