Friendship may, and often does, grow into love, but love never subsides into friendship
This is the patent age of new inventions for killing bodies, and for saving souls. All propagated with the best intentions.
A man of eighty has outlived probably three new schools of painting, two of architecture and poetry and a hundred in dress.
This is the patent age of new inventions for killing bodies, and for saving souls. All propagated with the best intentions.
If we must have a tyrant, let him at least be a gentleman who has been bred to the business, and let us fall by the axe and not by the butcher's cleaver.
This man is freed from servile bands, Of hope to rise, or fear to fall Lord of himself, though not of lands, And leaving nothing, yet hath all.
America is a model of force and freedom and moderation - with all the coarseness and rudeness of its people.
Friendship may, and often does, grow into love, but love never subsides into friendship.
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.
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 a great mind to believe in Christianity for the mere pleasure of fancying I may be damned.
I am about to be married, and am of course in all the misery of a man in pursuit of happiness.
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.
This man is freed from servile bands, Of hope to rise, or fear to fall Lord of himself, though not of lands, And leaving nothing, yet hath all.
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.
Sorrow is knowledge, those that know the most must mourn the deepest, the tree of knowledge is not the tree of life.
Sorrow is knowledge, those that know the most must mourn the deepest, the tree of knowledge is not the tree of life.
Be thou the rainbow in the storms of life. The evening beam that smiles the clouds away, and tints tomorrow with prophetic ray.
Friendship may, and often does, grow into love, but love never subsides into friendship.
Men think highly of those who rise rapidly in the world whereas nothing rises quicker than dust, straw, and feathers.
Death, so called, is a thing which makes men weep, And yet a third of life is passed in sleep.