The place is very well and quiet and the children only scream in a low voice.
Shakespeare’s name, you may depend on it, stands absurdly too high and will go down.
Romances I ne’er read like those I have seen.
I love the language, it sounds as if it should be writ on satin with syllables which breathe of the sweet South.
I should, many a good day, have blown my brains out, but for the recollection that it would have given pleasure to my mother-in-law.
On the ear Drops the light drip of the suspended oar.
The ‘good old times’ – all times when old are good.
I feel my immortality over sweep all pains, all tears, all time, all fears, – and peal, like the eternal thunders of the deep, into my ears, this truth, – thou livest forever!
The reading or non-reading a book will never keep down a single petticoat.
Muse of the many twinkling feet, whose charms are now extending up from legs to arms.
A good coach encourages the same type of resilience in the people they work with. They encourage them to take risks. If the risk results in failure, they help all people to learn from the mistake and then go on to try another way.
That low vice, curiosity!
No more we meet in yonder bowers Absence has made me prone to roving; But older, firmer hearts than ours, Have found monotony in loving.
The art of angling, the cruelest, the coldest and the stupidest of pretended sports.
Now what I love in women is, they won’t Or can’t do otherwise than lie, but do it. So well, the very truth seems falsehood to it.
It is when we think we lead that we are most led.
I am as comfortless as a pilgrim with peas in his shoes – and as cold as Charity, Chastity or any other Virtue.
Man’s conscience is the oracle of God.
Christians have burnt each other, quite persuaded. That all the Apostles would have done as they did.
I do not believe in any religion, I will have nothing to do with immortality. We are miserable enough in this life without speculating upon another.