The king hath note of all that they intend, by interception which they dream not of.
How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank Here we will sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears; soft stillness, and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony
My hands are of your color, but I shame to wear a heart so white.
He has the power to render us happy or unhappy; to make our service light or burdensome; a pleasure or a toil. Say that his power lies in words and looks; in things so slight and insignificant that it is impossible to add and count 'em up: what then? The happiness he gives, is quite as great as if it cost a fortune.
Nobody, who has not been in the interior of a family, can say what the difficulties of any individual of that family may be.
She felt... how life, from being made up of little separate incidents which one lived one by one, became curled and whole like a wave which bore one up with it and threw one down with it, there, with a dash on the beach.
Nothing of what is nobly done is ever lost.
When I speak of home, I speak of the place where in default of a better--those I love are gathered together; and if that place where a gypsy's tent, or a barn, I should call it by the same good name notwithstanding.
I'll privily away; I love the people, But do not like to stage me to their eyes; Though it do well, I do not relish well Their loud applause and aves vehement, Nor do I think the man of safe discretion That does not affect it.
Death may beget life, but oppression can beget nothing other than itself.
By Heaven, my soul is purg'd from grudging hate; And with my hand I seal my true heart's love
The pow'r that I have on you is to spare you; The malice towards you to forgive you.
There is something good in all weathers. If it doesn't happen to be good for my work today, it's good for some other man's today... and will come around for me tomorrow.
A generation of the unteachable is hanging upon us like a necklace of corpses.
The wind-shak'd surge, with high and monstrous main,Seems to cast water on the burning Bear,And quench the guards of the ever-fixed pole.
Truly the souls of men are full of dread: Ye cannot reason almost with a man That looks not heavily and full of fear.
Age, I do abhor thee, youth, I do adore thee.
She lived, we'll say, A harmless life, she called a virtuous life, A quiet life, which was not life at all (But that she had not lived enough to know)
Peace was the third emotion. Love. Hate. Peace. Three emotions made the ply of human life.
Thou seest we are not all alone unhappy: This wide and universal theatre Presents more woeful pageants than the scene Wherein we play in.
Don't get me wrong-painting's all right. But now that we have photography, what's the point?
I say there is no darkness but ignorance.
Press not a falling man too far; 'tis virtue:His faults lie open to the laws; let them,Not you, correct him.
The love that follows us sometime is our trouble, which still we thank as love.
If men could be contented to be what they are, there were no fear in marriage.
Death is my son-in-law, death is my heir.
it is a principle of his that no man who was not a true gentleman at heart, ever was, since the world began, a true gentleman in manner. He says, no varnish can hide the grain of the wood; and that the more varnish you put on, the more the grain will express itself.
It is very unfair to judge any body's conduct, without an intimate knowledge of their situation.
How use doth breed a habit in a man.
Our society is run by insane people for insane objectives. I think we're being run by maniacs for maniacal ends and I think I'm liable to be put away as insane for expressing that. That's what's insane about it.
Let no man turn aside, ever so slightly, from the broad path of honour, on the plausible pretence that he is justified by the goodness of his end. All good ends can be worked out by good means.
A plongeur is a slave, and a wasted slave, doing stupid and largely unnecessary work. He is kept at work, ultimately, because of a vague feeling that he would be dangerous if he had leisure. And educated people, who should be on his side, acquiesce in the process, because they know nothing about him and consequently are afraid of him.
I'm not going to sacrifice love, real love, for any *%@$n' war or any friend, or any business, because in the end you're alone at night.
It was one of those hot, silent nights, when people sit at windows listening for the thunder which they know will shortly break; when they recall dismal tales of hurricanes and earthquakes; and of lonely travellers on open plains, and lonely ships at sea, struck by lightning.
What is to be expected of them is not treachery, or physcial cowardice, but stupidity, unconscious sabotage, an infallible instinct for doing the wrong thing.
It is when our budding hopes are nipped beyond recovery by some rough wind, that we are the most disposed to picture to ourselves what flowers they might have borne, if they had flourished . . .
Be just, and fear not.Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's,Thy God's and truth's.
But like of each thing that in season grows.
One of the things I like about when I tour sometimes is that occasionally you'll see a dad there with his 12-year-old son and they're both enjoying it.
Well, I will find you twenty lascivious turtles ere one chaste man.
Yet, do thy worst, old Time; despite thy wrong,My love shall in my verse ever live young.
Rumour is a pipe Blown by surmises, jealousies, conjectures And of so easy and so plain a stop That the blunt monster with uncounted heads, The still-discordant wavering multitude, Can play upon it.
Stupidity was as necessary as intelligence, and as difficult to attain.
When heaven doth weep, doth not the earth o'erflow? If the winds rage, doth not the sea wax mad, Threatening the welkin with his big-swoln face? And wilt thou have a reason for this coil? I am the sea; hark, how her sighs do blow! She is the weeping welkin, I the earth: Then must my sea be moved with her sighs; Then must my earth with her continual tears Become a deluge, overflow'd and drown'd: For why my bowels cannot hide her woes, But like a drunkard must I vomit them. Then give me leave, for losers will have leave To ease their stomachs with their bitter tongues.
To move is to stir, and to be valiant is to stand; therefore, if tou art mov'd, thou runst away. (To be angry is to move, to be brave is to stand still. Therefore, if you're angry, you'll run away.)
Either our history shall with full mouthSpeak freely of our acts, or else our grave,Like Turkish mute, shall have a tongueless mouth,Not worshipped with a waxen epitaph.
When she took her opposite place in the carriage corner, the brightness in her face was so charming to behold, that on her exclaiming, "What beautiful stars and what a glorious night!" the Secretary said "Yes," but seemed to prefer to see the night and the stars in the light of her lovely little countenance, to looking out of window.
Do not banish reason for inequality; but let your reason serve to make the truth appear where it seems hid, and hide the false seems true.
What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba, That he should weep for her?
Nothing has really happened until it has been recorded.
How many fond fools serve mad jealousy!
For now she need not think of anybody. She coud be herself, by herself. And that was what now she often felt the need of - to think; well not even to think. To be silent; to be alone. All the being and the doing, expansive, glittering, vocal, evaporated; and one shrunk, with a sense of solemnity, to being oneself, a wedge-shaped core of darkness, something invisible to others... and this self having shed its attachments was free for the strangest adventures.
He that is proud eats up himself: pride is his own glass, his own trumpet, his own chronicle.
A man ain't got no right to be a public man, unless he meets the public views.
The horn, the horn, the lusty horn Is not a thing to laugh to scorn.
I remember a time when everybody I loved hated me because I hated them.
The slavery of fear had made men afraid to think.
Poverty frees them from ordinary standards of behaviour, just as money frees people from work.
Nothing ever happened on this globe, for good, at which some people did not have their fill of laughter in the onset; and knowing that such as these would be blind anyway, he thought it quite as well that they should wrinkle up their eyes in grins, as have a malady in the less attractive forms.
Beware of entrance to a quarrel, but, being in, bear t that th' opposed may beware of thee.
