celebrity is one who is known to many persons he is glad he doesn't
A man of eighty
has outlived probably three new schools of painting, two of architecture
and poetry and a hundred in dress.
A mistress never
is nor can be a friend. While you agree, you are lovers; and when it
is over, anything but friends.
A woman should never
be seen eating or drinking, unless it be lobster salad and Champagne,
the only true feminine and becoming viands.
Absence - that common
cure of love.
Adversity is the
first path to truth.
Death, so called,
is a thing which makes men weep, And yet a third of life is passed in
Every day confirms
my opinion on the superiority of a vicious life - and if Virtue is not
its own reward I don't know any other stipend annexed to it.
Fame is the thirst
Folly loves the
martyrdom of fame.
Fools are my theme,
let satire be my song.
For in itself a
thought, a slumbering thought, is capable of years, and curdles a long
life into one hour.
For pleasures past
I do not grieve, nor perils gathering near; My greatest grief is that
I leave nothing that claims a tear.
For truth is always
strange; stranger than fiction.
Friendship is Love
without his wings!
Her great merit
is finding out mine - there is nothing so amiable as discernment.
I am about to be
married, and am of course in all the misery of a man in pursuit of happiness.
I am acquainted
with no immaterial sensuality so delightful as good acting.
I am always most
religious upon a sunshiny day.
I cannot help thinking
that the menace of Hell makes as many devils as the severe penal codes
of inhuman humanity make villains.
I do detest everything
which is not perfectly mutual.
I have great hopes
that we shall love each other all our lives as much as if we had never
married at all.
I have had, and
may have still, a thousand friends, as they are called, in life, who
are like one's partners in the waltz of this world -not much remembered
when the ball is over.
I have no consistency,
except in politics; and that probably arises from my indifference to
the subject altogether.
I know that two
and two make four - and should be glad to prove it too if I could -
though I must say if by any sort of process I could convert 2 and 2
into five it would give me much greater pleasure.
I love not man the
less, but Nature more.
I only go out to
get me a fresh appetite for being alone.
I should be very
willing to redress men wrongs, and rather check than punish crimes,
had not Cervantes, in that all too true tale of Quixote, shown how all
such efforts fail.
I would rather have
a nod from an American, than a snuff-box from an emperor.
If I could always
read, I should never feel the want of company.
If I don't write
to empty my mind, I go mad.
In solitude, where
we are least alone.
It is odd but agitation
or contest of any kind gives a rebound to my spirits and sets me up
for a time.
It is useless to
tell one not to reason but to believe -you might as well tell a man
not to wake but sleep.
It is very certain
that the desire of life prolongs it.
John Adams lies
here, of the parish of Southwell, a carrier who carried his can to his
mouth well; he carried so much, and he carried so fast, he could carry
no more - so was carried at last; for the liquor he drank, being too
much for one, he could not carry off - so he's now carri-on.
Keep thy smooth
words and juggling homilies for those who know thee not.
Let none think to
fly the danger for soon or late love is his own avenger.
Let these describe
cup sparkles near the brim.
Like the measles,
love is most dangerous when it comes late in life.
Lovers may be -
and indeed generally are - enemies, but they never can be friends, because
there must always be a spice of jealousy and a something of Self in
all their speculations.
Man is born passionate
of body, but with an innate though secret tendency to the love of Good
in his main-spring of Mind. But God help us all! It is at present a
sad jar of atoms.
Man, being reasonable,
must get drunk; the best of life is but intoxication.
Man's love is of
man's life a part; it is a woman's whole existence. In her first passion,
a woman loves her lover, in all the others all she loves is love.
Men are the sport
of circumstances when it seems circumstances are the sport of men.
Men love in haste,
but they detest at leisure.
Men think highly
of those who rise rapidly in the world; whereas nothing rises quicker
than dust, straw, and feathers.
My attachment has
neither the blindness of the beginning, nor the microscopic accuracy
of the close of such liaisons.
My turn of mind
is so given to taking things in the absurd point of view, that it breaks
out in spite of me every now and then.
No ear can hear
nor tongue can tell the tortures of the inward hell!
One certainly has
a soul; but how it came to allow itself to be enclosed in a body is
more than I can imagine. I only know if once mine gets out, I'll have
a bit of a tussle before I let it get in again to that of any other.
Opinions are made
to be changed -or how is truth to be got at?
Out of chaos God
made a world, and out of high passions comes a people.
Posterity will never
survey a nobler grave than this: here lie the bones of Castlereagh:
stop, traveler, and piss.
tames the bold.
Ready money is Aladdin's
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.
Society is now one
polished horde, formed of two mighty tries, the Bores and Bored.
Sometimes we are
less unhappy in being deceived by those we love, than in being undeceived
Sorrow is knowledge,
those that know the most must mourn the deepest, the tree of knowledge
is not the tree of life.
Switzerland is a
curst, selfish, swinish country of brutes, placed in the most romantic
region of the world.
The 'good old times'
- all times when old are good.
The beginning of
atonement is the sense of its necessity.
The best way will
be to avoid each other without appearing to do so - or if we jostle,
at any rate not to bite.
The busy have no
time for tears.
The Cardinal is
at his wit's end - it is true that he had not far to go.
The dead have been
awakened - shall I sleep? The world's at war with tyrants - shall I
crouch? the harvest's ripe - and shall I pause to reap? I slumber not;
the thorn is in my couch; Each day a trumpet soundeth in mine ear, its
echo in my heart.
The dew of compassion
is a tear.
The king-times are
fast finishing. There will be blood shed like water, and tears like
mist; but the peoples will conquer in the end. I shall not live to see
it, but I foresee it.
The place is very
well and quiet and the children only scream in a low voice.
The poor dog, in
life the firmest friend. The first to welcome, foremost to defend.
The power of Thought,
the magic of the Mind!
There is no instinct
like that of the heart.
There is something
pagan in me that I cannot shake off. In short, I deny nothing, but doubt
no doubt, so much the spirit calms as rum and true religion.
They never fail
who die in a great cause.
This is the patent
age of new inventions for killing bodies, and for saving souls. All
propagated with the best intentions.
Those who will not
reason, are bigots, those who cannot, are fools, and those who dare
not, are slaves.
Though sages may
pour out their wisdom's treasure, there is no sterner moralist than
'Tis pleasant, sure,
to see one's name in print. A book's a book, although there's nothing
'Tis very certain
the desire of life prolongs it.
To have joy one
must share it. Happiness was born a twin.
To withdraw myself
from myself has ever been my sole, my entire, my sincere motive in scribbling
Truth is always
strange, stranger than fiction.
We are all selfish
and I no more trust myself than others with a good motive.
What is the worst
of woes that wait on age? What stamps the wrinkle deeper on the brow?
To view each loved one blotted from life's page, And be alone on earth,
as I am now.
Where there is mystery,
it is generally suspected there must also be evil.
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?
Yes, love indeed
is light from heaven; A spark of that immortal fire with angels shared,
by Allah given to lift from earth our low desire.
Yet, Freedom! yet
thy banner, torn, but flying, streams like the thunderstorm against
Your letter of excuses
has arrived. I receive the letter but do not admit the excuses except
in courtesy, as when a man treads on your toes and begs your pardon
- the pardon is granted, but the joint aches, especially if there is
a corn upon it.