The bright sun was extinguish'd, and the starsDid wander darkling in the eternal space.
When a man hath no freedom to fight for at home,Let him combat for that of his neighbours;Let him think of the glories of Greece and of Rome,And get knocked on the head for his labours.To do good to M...
Gwynned lies two days westwards; still further south, the weregeld calls. Mayhap with All-Father Woden's favour, my deeds may yet inspire the skalds.
And yet methinks the older that one growsInclines us more to laugh than scold, though laughterLeaves us so doubly serious shortly after.
...methinks the older that one grows, Inclines us more to laugh the scold, though laughterLeaves us so doubly serious shortly after.
Where there is mystery, it is generally supposed there must be evil.
A woman who gives any advantage to a man may expect a lover -- but will sooner or later find a tyrant.
A woman being never at a loss... the devil always sticks by them.
Let us have wine and women, mirth and laughter, sermons and soda water the day after.
I know that two and two make four - and should be glad to prove it too if I could - though I must say if by any sort of process I could convert 2 and 2 into five it would give me much greater pleasure...
A timid mind is apt to mistake every scratch for a mortal wound.
I do not believe in any religion, I will have nothing to do with immortality. We are miserable enough in this life without speculating upon another.
If I could always read I should never feel the want of company.
Man's love is of man's life a thing apart,'Tis woman's whole existence.
Sweet to the miser are his glittering heaps,Sweet to the father is his first-born's birth,Sweet is revenge--especially to women
This is to be mortal, And seek the things beyond mortality.
There is something pagan in me that I cannot shake off. In short, I deny nothing, but doubt everything.
Many are poets, but without the name;For what is Poesy but to createFrom overfeeling Good or Ill; and aimAt an external life beyond our fate,And be the new Prometheus of new men,Bestowing fire from He...
Those who will not reason, are bigots, those who cannot, are fools, and those who dare not, are slaves.
A drop of ink may make a million think.