The keenest pangs the wretched find Are rapture to the dreary void, The leafless desert of the mind, The waste of feelings unemployed.
Adversity is the first path to truth.
I awoke one morning and found myself famous.
One hates an author that’s all author.
Always laugh when you can; it is cheap medicine. Merriment is a philosophy not well understood. It is the sunny side of existence.
I love not man the less, but Nature more.
Hatred is the madness of the heart.
Heaven gives its favourites-early death.
There are four questions of value in life, Don Octavio. What is sacred? Of what is the spirit made? What is worth living for and what is worth dying for? The answer to each is the same. Only love.
A pretty woman is a welcome guest.
The beginning of atonement is the sense of its necessity.
I only go out to get me a fresh appetite for being alone.
On with the dance! let joy be unconfin’d No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the Glowing Hours with Flying feet.
I am acquainted with no immaterial sensuality so delightful as good acting.
For truth is always strange; stranger than fiction.
All who joy would win must share it. Happiness was born a Twin.
Absence – that common cure of love.
I have had, and may have still, a thousand friends, as they are called, in life, who are like one’s partners in the waltz of this world -not much remembered when the ball is over.
If I could always read, I should never feel the want of company.
Yet he was jealous, though he did not show it, For jealousy dislikes the world to know it.