There is pleasure in the pathless woods, there is rapture in the lonely shore, there is society where none intrudes, by the deep sea, and music in its roar; I love not Man the less, but Nature more.
Lord Byron
Be thou the rainbow in the storms of life. The evening beam that smiles the clouds away, and tints tomorrow with prophetic ray.
Love will find a way through paths where wolves fear to prey.
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.
Always laugh when you can. It is cheap medicine.
Sorrow is knowledge, those that know the most must mourn the deepest, the tree of knowledge is not the tree of life.
All who joy would win must share it. Happiness was born a Twin.
The great art of life is sensation, to feel that we exist, even in pain.
I only go out to get me a fresh appetite for being alone.
Friendship is Love without his wings!
But words are things, and a small drop of ink, Falling like dew, upon a thought, produces That which makes thousands, perhaps millions, think.
The heart will break, but broken live on.
There are four questions of value in life, Don Octavio. What is sacred? Of what is the spirit made? What is worth living for and what is worth dying for? The answer to each is the same. Only love.
Adversity is the first path to truth.
Then stirs the feeling infinite, so felt In solitude, where we are least alone.
Death, so called, is a thing which makes men weep, And yet a third of life is passed in sleep.
I love not man the less, but Nature more.
Those who will not reason, are bigots, those who cannot, are fools, and those who dare not, are slaves.
Friendship may, and often does, grow into love, but love never subsides into friendship.
There is no instinct like that of the heart.
They never fail who die in a great cause.
Man, being reasonable, must get drunk; the best of life is but intoxication.
The dew of compassion is a tear.
The best prophet of the future is the past.
Self-love for ever creeps out, like a snake, to sting anything which happens to stumble upon it.
Now hatred is by far the longest pleasure; men love in haste but they detest at leisure.
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.
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.
The busy have no time for tears.
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.
Though I love my country, I do not love my countrymen.
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.
A woman should never be seen eating or drinking, unless it be lobster salad and Champagne, the only true feminine and becoming viands.
Between two worlds life hovers like a star, twixt night and morn, upon the horizon's verge.
There is something pagan in me that I cannot shake off. In short, I deny nothing, but doubt everything.
If I don't write to empty my mind, I go mad.
Fame is the thirst of youth.
The 'good old times' - all times when old are good.
Sincerity may be humble but she cannot be servile.
Like the measles, love is most dangerous when it comes late in life.
All farewells should be sudden, when forever.
Men think highly of those who rise rapidly in the world; whereas nothing rises quicker than dust, straw, and feathers.
The beginning of atonement is the sense of its necessity.
Absence - that common cure of love.
This is the patent age of new inventions for killing bodies, and for saving souls. All propagated with the best intentions.
Prolonged endurance tames the bold.
A mistress never is nor can be a friend. While you agree, you are lovers; and when it is over, anything but friends.
Opinions are made to be changed - or how is truth to be got at?
Ye stars! which are the poetry of heaven!
Life's enchanted cup sparkles near the brim.
