"But words are things, and a small drop of ink, Falling like dew, upon a thought, produces That which makes thousands, perhaps millions, think."
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"For truth is always strange; stranger than fiction."
"I have simplified my politics into an utter detestation of all existing governments; and, as it is the shortest and most agreeable and summary feeling imaginable, the first moment of an universal republic would convert me into an advocate for single and uncontradicted despotism. The fact is, riches are power, and poverty is slavery all over the earth, and one sort of establishment is no better, nor worse, for a people than another."
"I have great hopes that we shall love each other all our lives as much as if we had never married at all."
"Where there is mystery, it is generally suspected there must also be evil."
"Dead scandals form good subjects for dissection."
"To have joy, one must share it."
"I only go out to get me a fresh appetite for being alone."
"She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes."
"Man is in part divine, A troubled stream from a pure source."
"I should like to know who has been carried off, except poor dear me - I have been more ravished myself than anybody since the Trojan war."
"Dreading that climax of all human ills the inflammation of his weekly bills."
"All human history attests That happiness for man, - the hungry sinner! - Since Eve ate apples, much depends on dinner. ~Lord Byron, Don Juan, Canto XIII, stanza 99"
"And life 's enchanted cup but sparkles near the brim."
"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."
"This is the patent age of new inventions for killing bodies, and for saving souls. All propagated with the best intentions."
"Earth! render back from out thy breast A remnant of our Spartan dead! Of the three hundred grant but three, To make a new Thermopylæ!"
"As to Don Juan, confess that it is the sublime of that there sort of writing; it may be bawdy, but is it not good English? It may be profligate, but is it not life, is it not the thing? Could any man have written it who has not lived in the world? and tooled in a post-chaise? in a hackney coach? in a Gondola? against a wall? in a court carriage? in a vis a vis? on a table? and under it?"
"So we'll go no more a-roving So late into the night, Though the heart still be as loving, And the moon still be as bright. For the sword outwears its sheath, And the soul outwears the breast, And the heart must pause to breathe, And love itself have rest. Though the night was made for loving, And the day returns too soon, Yet we'll go no more a-roving By the light of the moon."
"I had a dream, which was not at all a dream."