Quotes of All Topics . Occasions . Authors
The theater has never been any good since the actors became gentlemen.
It was the rainbow gave thee birth, and left thee all her lovely hues.
The most beautiful thing in the world is, of course, the world itself.
Imagination is the power of the mind over the possibilities of things.
The imagination loses vitality as it ceases to adhere to what is real.
Already the new-born children interpret love In the voices of mothers.
In the world of words, the imagination is one of the forces of nature.
And I or you pocketless of a dime, may purchase the pick of the earth.
I like buying clothes, especially as I get a tax-deductible allowance.
Whatsoever contradicts my sense, I hate to see, and never can believe.
The vision of Christ that thou dost see Is my vision's greatest enemy.
And a softness came from the starlight and filled me full to the bone.
Eyes spiritualised by death can judge, I cannot, but I am not content.
A sculptor wields The chisel, and the stricken marble grows To beauty.
Calamity is the perfect glass wherein we truly see and know ourselves.
beyond this place of wrath and tears looms but the horror of the shade
I am too old to fawn upon a nurse, Too far in years to be a pupil now.
That affable familiar ghost Which nightly gulls him with intelligence.
I had rather hear my dog bark at a crow, than a man swear he loves me.
But flies an eagle flight, bold and forth on, Leaving no tract behind.
They met so near with their lips that their breaths embraced together.
Their savage eyes turned to a modest gaze by the sweet power of music.
The stroke of death is as a lover's pinch, which hurts and is desired.
France is a dog-hole, and it no more merits the tread of a man's foot.
Heaven is above all yet; there sits a judge, That no king can corrupt.
A man cannot make him laugh - but that's no marvel; he drinks no wine.
Let's teach ourselves that honorable stop, Not to outsport discretion.
There is no slander in an allowed fool, though he do nothing but rail.
Lechery, lechery; still, wars and lechery: nothing else holds fashion.
Wait for the season when to cast good counsels upon subsiding passion.
When we are born we cry that we are come to this great stage of fools.
What is light, if Sylvia be not seen? What is joy if Sylvia be not by?
Love is familiar. Love is a devil. There is no evil angel but Love." -
I heard a bird so sing, Whose music, to my thinking, pleased the king.
An honest man, sir, is able to speak for himself, when a knave is not.
I am not only witty in myself, but the cause that wit is in other men.
He that wants money, means, and content is without three good friends.
In the night, imagining some fear, How easy is a bush supposed a bear!
O all you host of heaven! O earth! What else? And shall I couple Hell?
Thieves for their robbery have authority When judges steal themselves.
Men that make Envy and crooked malice nourishment, Dare bite the best.
I shall show the cinders of my spirits Through the ashes of my chance.
You are made Rather to wonder at the things you hear Than to work any.
Virtue and genuine graces in themselves speak what no words can utter.
For this relief much thanks. 'Tis bitter cold, and I am sick at heart.
You speak like a green girl / unsifted in such perilous circumstances.
As you from crimes would pardon'd be, Let your indulgence set me free.
Affliction is enamoured of thy parts, And thou art wedded to calamity.
The plants look up to heaven, from whence they have their nourishment.
Not an angel of the air, Bird melodious or bird fair, Be absent hence!