Quotes of All Topics . Occasions . Authors
You mustn't forget the circumstances I have been brought up in, the little education I have had.
I don’t believe that a reviewer or a critic can really criticize well unless he can praise well.
I don't see that a single line can constitute a stanza, although it can constitute a whole poem.
At somewhere around 10 syllables, the English poetic line is at its most relaxed and manageable.
There are moments of life that we never forget, which brighten and brighten as time steals away.
O, love, love, love! Love is like a dizziness; It winna let a poor body Gang about his biziness!
That love for one, from which there doth not spring Wide love for all, is but a worthless thing.
What men call luck Is the prerogative of valiant souls, The fealty life pays its rightful kings.
It is the privilege of genius that life never grows common place, as it does for the rest of us.
The mind can weave itself warmly in the cocoon of its own thoughts, and dwell a hermit anywhere.
The true ideal is not opposed to the real but lies in it; and blessed are the eyes that find it.
Watch yourself all your life in a mirror and you'll see Death at work like bees in a glass hive.
Malicious lying is usually a matter of need, but often the cruelest things we say are the truth.
In my opinion butlers ought To know their place, and not to play The Old Retainer night and day.
Childhood is measured out by sounds and smells and sights, before the dark hour of reason grows.
Nothing goes further toward a man's liberation than the act of surviving his need for character.
From social pariah to King of the World? It's taken 45 years, so I've been able to adjust to it!
Idleness - a job that you have to go to, but not necessarily do anything - is the poet's friend.
I count all that part of my life lost which I spent not in communion with God, or in doing good.
Those who write ill, and they who ne'er durst write, Turn critics out of mere revenge and spite.
For lawful power is still superior found, When long driven back, at length it stands the ground.
Tis Fate that flings the dice, And as she flings Of kings makes peasants, And of peasants kings.
The tints of autumn...a mighty flower garden blossoming under the spell of the enchanter, frost.
A faint blush melting through the light of thy transparent cheek like a rose-leaf bathed in dew.
A long project is like a secret houseguest, hidden in your study, waiting to be fed and visited.
To bear all naked truths, And to envisage circumstance, all calm, That is the top of sovereignty
One may as well be optimistic. The road to catastrophe will be rougher if it's paved with dread.
One who writes a poem writes it because the language prompts, or simply dictates, the next line.
Little deeds of kindness Little words of love; Help to make earth an Eden Like the heaven above.
The Bible is a revelation of the mind and will of God to men. Therein we may learn, what God is.
Rare is the union of beauty and purity. [Lat., Rara est adeo concordia formae Atque pudicitiae.]
All arts his own, the hungry Greekling counts; And bid him mount the skies, the skies he mounts.
Nature never says one thing, Wisdom another. [Lat., Nunquam aliud Natura aliud Sapientia dicit.]
When reason and unreason come into contact, an electrical shock occurs. This is called polemics.
Bohemia is a commune in which the Revolution is over and everyone is a member of the aristocracy
Your daily life is your temple and your religion. When you enter into it take with you your all.
When life does not find a singer to sing her heart she produces a philosopher to speak her mind.
Say not, I have found the path of the soul Say rather, I have met the soul walking upon my path.
Society is like a large piece of frozen water; and skating well is the great art of social life.
The philistine provides the best definition of art. Anything that makes him rage is first class.
We cannot conceive of matter being formed of nothing, since things require a seed to start from.
She does not love you. Your metaphors thrill her you are her poet. But that's all there's to it.
Long for me as I for you, forgetting, what will be inevitable, the long black aftermath of pain.
Water does not resist. Water flows. When you plunge your hand into it, all you feel is a caress.
I wanted to forget the past, but it refused to forget me; it waited for sleep, then cornered me.
All observations of life are harsh, because life is. I lament that fact, but I cannot change it.
I'm working on my own life story. I don't mean I'm putting it together; no, I'm taking it apart.
Your friend is intellectually honourable," Jimmy's mother would say. "He doesn't lie to himself.
A truth should exist, it should not be used like this. If I love you is that a fact or a weapon?
Science fiction is filled with Martians and space travel to other planets, and things like that.