For what were all these country patriots born? To hunt, and vote, and raise the price of corn?
A schoolboy's tale the wonder of an hour.
For truth is always strange stranger than fiction.
There is no instinct like that of the heart.
Fame is the thirst of youth.
It is the hour when from the boughs The nightingale's high note is heard It is the hour when lovers' vows Seem sweet in every whisper'd word.
Though I love my country I do not love my countrymen.
He was the mildest manner'd man That ever scuttled ship or cut a throat.
The heart will break, but broken live on.
'Tis very certain the desire of life prolongs it.
The busy have no time for tears.
I love not man the less, but Nature more.
History is the devil's scripture.
Man is born passionate of body, but with an innate though secret tendency to the love of Good in his main-spring of Mind. But God help us all! It is at present a sad jar of atoms.
Gone - glimmering through the dream of things that were.
He who surpasses or subdues mankind must look down on the hate of those below.
I am not now That which I have been.
I have no consistency, except in politics and that probably arises from my indifference to the subject altogether.
Friendship is Love without his wings!
The "good old times"-all times when old are good.