Fare thee well! and if for ever Still for ever fare thee well.
Here's a sigh to those who love me And a smile to those who hate And whatever sky's above me Here's a heart for every fate.
I only go out to get me a fresh appetite for being alone.
This is the patent age of new inventions for killing bodies, and for saving souls. All propagated with the best intentions.
But what is Hope? Nothing but the paint on the face of Existence the least touch of truth rubs it off, and then we see what a hollow-cheeked harlot we have got hold of.
Let us have wine and woman mirth and laughter. Sermons and soda-water the day after.
Adversity is the first path to truth.
I have great hopes that we shall love each other all our lives as much as if we had never married at all.
The dew of compassion is a tear.
What is the worst of woes that wait on age? What stamps the wrinkle deeper on the brow? To view each loved one blotted from life's page, And be alone on earth, as I am now.
Cervantes smiled Spain's chivalry away.
Then stirs the feeling infinite, so felt In solitude, where we are least alone.
I have a great mind to believe in Christianity for the mere pleasure of fancying I may be damned.
Opinions are made to be changed - or how is truth to be got at?
Though sages may pour out their wisdom's treasure, there is no sterner moralist than pleasure.
There is a tide in the affairs of women Which taken at the flood leads - God knows where.
Truth is always strange, stranger than fiction.
Who loves, raves.
Absence - that common cure of love.
For what were all these country patriots born? To hunt, and vote, and raise the price of corn?