Quotes of All Topics . Occasions . Authors
This is the age of oddities let loose.
Oh Rome! My country! City of the soul!
I awoke one day to find myself famous.
One hates an author that's all author.
In solitude, where we are least alone.
Roll on, thou deep and dark blue ocean
Good but rarely came from good advice.
Lord of himself; that heritage of woe!
Who then will explain the explanation?
Man's conscience is the oracle of God.
And hold up to the sun my little taper.
The French courage proceeds from vanity
The Niobe of nations! there she stands.
A quiet conscience makes one so serene.
Jealousy dislikes the world to know it.
Cervantes smiled Spain's chivalry away.
A drop of ink may make a million think.
Heaven gives its favourites-early death.
Alas! how deeply painful is all payment!
But stories somehow lengthen when begun.
Despair and Genius are too oft connected
The very best of vineyards is the cellar
There is pleasure in the pathless woods.
The heart will break, but broken live on.
Ye stars! which are the poetry of heaven!
I love not man the less, but Nature more.
Ada! sole daughter of my house and heart.
They never fail who die in a great cause.
A schoolboy's tale, the wonder of an hour!
Damn description, it is always disgusting.
A change came o'er the spirit of my dream.
Smiles form the channels of a future tear.
My altars are the mountains and the ocean.
Fools are my theme, let satire be my song.
He makes a solitude, and calls it - peace!
So much alarmed that she is quite alarming
Hearts will break - yet brokenly, live on.
Armenian is the language to speak with God.
My heart in passion, and my head on rhymes.
Thy decay's still impregnate with divinity.
Who tracks the steps of glory to the grave?
The best prophet of the future is the past.
Be warm, be pure, be amorous, but be chaste.
What deep wounds ever closed without a scar?
If I don't write to empty my mind, I go mad.
I awoke one morning and found myself famous.
Life's enchanted cup sparkles near the brim.
To chase the glowing hours with flying feet.
This is to be along; this, this is solitude!
I had a dream, which was not at all a dream.