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A little still she strove, and much repented, And whispering “I will ne'er consent”—consented.

When Bishop Berkeley said "there was no matter." And proved it--'t was no matter what he said.

For what were all these country patriots born? To hunt, and vote, and raise the price of corn?

But there are wanderers o'er Eternity Whose bark drives on and on, and anchor'd ne'er shall be.

What want these outlaws conquerors should have but history's purchased page to call them great?

Cervantes smiled Spain's chivalry away; A single laugh demolished the right arm Of his country.

Self-love for ever creeps out, like a snake, to sting anything which happens to stumble upon it.

Yet smelt roast meat, beheld a huge fire shine, And cooks in motion with their clean arms bared.

There's not a sea the passenger e'er pukes in, Turns up more dangerous breakers than the Euxine.

Wives in their husbands' absences grow subtler, And daughters sometimes run off with the butler.

Few things surpass old wine; and they may preach Who please, the more because they preach in vain

I am surrounded here by parsons and methodists, but as you will see, not infested with the mania.

[Armenian] is a rich language, however, and would amply repay any one the trouble of learning it.

'Tis pleasant, sure, to see one's name in print. A book's a book, although there's nothing in 't.

I have a great mind to believe in Christianity for the mere pleasure of fancying I may be damned.

All Heaven and Earth are still, though not in sleep, But breathless, as we grow when feeling most.

Sometimes we are less unhappy in being deceived by those we love, than in being undeceived by them.

Cervantes smiled Spain's chivalry away; A single laugh demolish'd the right arm Of his own country.

A woman who gives any advantage to a man may expect a lover but will sooner or later find a tyrant.

Maidens, like moths, are ever caught, by glare, And Mammon wins his way where seraphs might despair.

Ah, nut-brown partridges! Ah, brilliant pheasants! And ah, ye poachers!--'Tis no sport for peasants.

With thee all tales are sweet; each clime has charms; earth - sea alike - our world within our arms.

Shelley is truth itself and honour itself notwithstanding his out-of-the-way notions about religion.

A woman who gives any advantage to a man may expect a lover - but will sooner or later find a tyrant.

Christians have burnt each other, quite persuaded. That all the Apostles would have done as they did.

In itself a thought, a slumbering thought is capable of years; and curdles a long life into one hour.

The sight of blood to crowds begets the thirst of more, As the first wine-cup leads to the long revel.

There is something pagan in me that I cannot shake off. In short, I deny nothing, but doubt everything.

Those who will not reason, are bigots, those who cannot, are fools, and those who dare not, are slaves.

Egeria! sweet creation of some heart Which found no mortal resting-place so fair As thine ideal breast.

Still from the fount of joy's delicious springs Some bitter o'er the flowers its bubbling venom flings.

It is odd but agitation or contest of any kind gives a rebound to my spirits and sets me up for a time.

There is, in fact, no law or government at all; and it is wonderful how well things go on without them.

Venice once was dear, The pleasant place of all festivity, The revel of the earth, the masque of Italy.

To withdraw myself from myself has ever been my sole, my entire, my sincere motive in scribbling at all.

I have great hopes that we shall love each other all our lives as much as if we had never married at all.

Once more upon the waters! yet once more! And the waves bound beneath me as a steed That knows his rider.

I am so changeable, being everything by turns and nothing long - such a strange melange of good and evil.

The Christian has greatly the advantage of the unbeliever, having everything to gain and nothing to lose.

I doubt sometimes whether a quiet and unagitated life would have suited me - yet I sometimes long for it.

The cold, the changed, perchance the dead, anew, The mourn'd, the loved, the lost,-too many, yet how few!

Brisk Confidence still best with woman copes: Pique her and soothe in turn-soon Passion crowns thy hopes.

The Coach does not play in the game, but the Coach helps the players identify areas to improve their game.

For in itself a thought, a slumbering thought, is capable of years, and curdles a long life into one hour.

Years steal fire from the mind as vigor from the limb; and life's enchanted cup but sparkles near the brim.

It is useless to tell one not to reason but to believe; you might as well tell a man not to wake but sleep.

If I am fool, it is, at least, a doubting one; and I envy no one the certainty of his self-approved wisdom.

America is a model of force and freedom and moderation - with all the coarseness and rudeness of its people.

Switzerland is a curst, selfish, swinish country of brutes, placed in the most romantic region of the world.

It is useless to tell one not to reason but to believe - you might as well tell a man not to wake but sleep.

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