Or, to state his character as it stood in the scale of public opinion, when his friends and critics were in tantrums, he was considered rather a bad man; when they were pleased, he was rather a good m...
In making even horizontal and clear inspections we colour and mould according to the wants within us whatever our eyes bring in.
If I really seem vain, it is that I am only vain in my ways—not in my heart. The worst women are those vain in their hearts, and not in their ways.
I have been thinking ... that the social moulds civilization fits us into have no more relation to our actual shapes than the conventional shapes of the constellations have to the real star-patterns....
He grew away from old associations, and saw something new in life and humanity. Secondarily, he made close acquaintance with phenomena which he had before known but darkly - the seasons in their moods...
Happiness was but the occasional episode in a general drama of pain.
God was palpably present in the country, and the devil had gone with the world to town.
Bygones would never be complete bygones till she was a bygone herself.
A lover without indiscretion is no lover at all.
We discern a grand force in the lover which he lacks whilst a free man, but there is a breadth of vision in the free man which in the lover we vainly seek.
Was once lost always lost really true of chastity?
Yes quaint and curious war is! You shoot a fellow down you'd treat if met where any bar is, or help to half-a-crown.
Cruelty is the law pervading all nature and society and we can't get out of it if we would.
My argument is that War makes rattling good history but Peace is poor reading.
You are Joseph the dreamer of dreams, dear Jude.And a tragic Don Quixote. And sometimes you are St. Stephen, who, while theywere stoning him, could see Heaven opened. Oh, my poor friend and comrade,yo...
Well, what I mean is that I shouldn't mind being a bride at a wedding, if I could be one without having a husband.
WEATHERSThis is the weather the cuckoo likes, And so do I; When showers betumble the chestnut spikes, And nestlings fly; And the little brown nightingale bills his best, And they sit outside at 'The T...
The stage of mental comfort to which they had arrived at this hour was one wherein their souls expanded beyond their skins, and spread their personalities warmly through the room.
The intentions as to reading, working, and learning, which he had so precisely formulated only a few minutes earlier, were suffering a curious collapse into a corner, he knew not how.
She's brim full of poetry - actualized poetry, if I may use the expression. She lives what paper-poets only write...