Quotes

Though it be honest, it is never good To bring bad news.

Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned, Nor hell a fury like a woman scorned.

Not till the fire is dying in the grate, Look we for any kinship with the stars. Oh, wisdom never comes when it is gold, And the great price we pay for it full worth; We have it only when we are half earth.

A schoolboy’s tale, the wonder of an hour!

I understand thy kisses and thou mine, And that’s a feeling disputation.

He will to his Egyptian dish again.

The spacious firmament on high, With all the blue ethereal sky, And spangled heavens, a shining frame, Their great Original proclaim.

And if I drink oblivion of a day, So shorten I the stature of my soul.

He is like a man In the body of a violent beast. Its muscles are his own… The lion sleeps in the sun. Its nose is on its paws. It can kill a man.

Who would be free themselves must strike the blow.

Come, thou monarch of the vine, Plumpy Bacchus, with pink eyne!

Soon as the evening shades prevail, The moon takes up the wondrous tale, And nightly to the listening earth Repeats the story of her birth; While all the stars that round her burn, And all the planets in their turn, Confirm the tidings as they roll, And spread the truth from pole to pole.

What are we first? First, animals; and next Intelligences at a leap; on whom Pale lies the distant shadow of the tomb.

Where’er we tread ’tis haunted, holy ground.

A good mouth-filling oath.

Ambition, The soldier’s virtue.

’Tis not in mortals to command success, But we’ll do more, Sempronius; we’ll deserve it.

No villain need be! Passions spin the plot: We are betrayed by what is false within.

One’s grand flights, one’s Sunday baths, One’s tootings at the weddings of the soul Occur as they occur.

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.

Celerity is never more admir’d Than by the negligent.

Blesses his stars and thinks it luxury.

Ah, what a dusty answer gets the soul When hot for certainties in this our life!

Once more upon the waters, yet once more! And the waves bound beneath me as a steed That knows his rider!

They surfeited with honey and began To loathe the taste of sweetness, whereof a little More than a little is by much too much.

We have kiss’d away Kingdoms and provinces.

My voice is still for war. Gods! can a Roman senate long debate Which of the two to choose, slavery or death?

Cynicism is intellectual dandyism.

And, capable, created in his mind, Eventual victor, out of the martyrs’ bones The ultimate elegance: the imagined land.

Fire from the mind as vigor from the limb; And life’s enchanted cup but sparkles near the brim.