History is the devil's scripture.
When Bishop Berkeley said "there was no matter " And proved it - 'twas no matter what he said.
Hereditary boundsmen! Know ye not Who would be free themselves must strike the blow?
What deep wounds ever closed without a scar? The hearts bleed longest and but heal to wear That which disfigures it.
His speech was a fine sample on the whole Of rhetoric which the learn'd call "rigmarole."
The busy have no time for tears.
Maid of Athens ere we part Give oh give me back my heart!
Christians have burned each other quite persuaded That all the apostles would have done as they did.
Men think highly of those who rise rapidly in the world whereas nothing rises quicker than dust, straw, and feathers.
All who joy would win must share it. Happiness was born a Twin.
A man of eighty has outlived probably three new schools of painting, two of architecture and poetry and a hundred in dress.
When we think we lead we most are led.
Sorrow is knowledge, those that know the most must mourn the deepest, the tree of knowledge is not the tree of life.
Death, so called, is a thing which makes men weep, And yet a third of life is passed in sleep.
The great art of life is sensation, to feel that we exist, even in pain.
Society is now one polished horde Formed of two mighty tribes the Bores and Bored.
I am about to be married, and am of course in all the misery of a man in pursuit of happiness.
Love will find a way through paths where wolves fear to prey.
The "good old times"-all times when old are good.
Admire exult despise laugh weep - for here There is such matter for all feelings: - Man! Thou pendulum betwixt a smile and tear.