What's drinking? A mere pause from thinking!

The dome of thought, the palace of the soul.

Had sigh'd to many, though he loved but one.

There is no instinct like that of the heart.

By headless Charles see heartless Henry lies.

I have not loved the world, nor the world me.

Romances I ne'er read like those I have seen.

All farewells should be sudden, when forever.

Sweet is old wine in bottles, ale in barrels.

The law of heaven and earth is life for life.

Liberty - eternal spirit of the chainless mind

You should have a softer pillow than my heart.

Men love in haste, but they detest at leisure.

There is music in all things, if men had ears.

They truly mourn, that mourn without a witness.

Truth is always strange, stranger than fiction.

I am always most religious upon a sunshiny day.

A rose with all its sweetest leaves yet folded.

In hope to merit heaven by making earth a hell.

Since Eve ate the apple, much depends on dinner.

Till taught by pain, men know not water's worth.

Oh who can tell, save he whose heart hath tried.

Dead scandals form good subjects for dissection.

Talent may be in time forgiven, but genius never

Always laugh when you can. It is cheap medicine.

It is when we think we lead that we are most led.

Pleasure's a sin, and sometimes sin's a pleasure.

Never to talk to ones self is a form of hypocrisy

And Doubt and Discord step 'twixt thine and thee.

'Tis very certain the desire of life prolongs it.

And wrinkles, the damned democrats, won't flatter.

Sincerity may be humble but she cannot be servile.

Ah, happy years! once more who would not be a boy?

War, war is still the cry,-"war even to the knife!"

My boat is on the shore, And my bark is on the sea.

The 'good old times' - all times when old are good.

For truth is always strange; stranger than fiction.

Most glorious night! Thou wert not sent for slumber!

If ancient tales say true, nor wrong these holy men.

I am sure of nothing so little as my own intentions.

Age shakes Athena's tower, but spares gray Marathon.

Eat, drink and love...the rest is not worth a nickel

And what is writ is writ - / Would it were worthier!

Of religion I know nothing -- at least, in its favor.

And life 's enchanted cup but sparkles near the brim.

On the ear Drops the light drip of the suspended oar.

I do detest everything which is not perfectly mutual.

Though I love my country, I do not love my countrymen.

History, with all her volumes vast, Hath but one page.

For the night Shows stars and women in a better light.

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