I love not man the less, but Nature more.
This place is the Devil, or at least his principal residence, they call it the University, but any other appellation would have suited it much better, for study is the last pursuit of the society; the Master eats, drinks, and sleeps, the Fellows drink, dispute and pun, the employments of the undergraduates you will probably conjecture without my description.
I awoke one morning and found myself famous.
Have not all past human beings parted, And must not all the present, one day part?
Sweet is revenge-especially to women.
Pure friendship's well-feigned blush.
For the night Shows stars and women in a better light.
For through the South the custom still commands The gentleman to kiss the lady's hands.
Fare thee well, and if for ever Still for ever fare thee well.
I have not loved the world, nor the world me.
As winds come whispering lightly from the West, Kissing, not ruffling, the blue deep's serene.
I do detest everything which is not perfectly mutual.
Ancient of days! august Athena! where, Where are thy men of might? thy grand in soul? Gone--glimmering through the dream of things that were; First in the race that led to glory's goal, They won, and pass'd away--Is this the whole?
I have imbibed such a love for money that I keep some sequins in a drawer to count, and cry over them once a week.
Oh! might I kiss those eyes of fire, A million scarce would quench desire; Still would I steep my lips in bliss, And dwell an age on every kiss; Nor then my soul should sated be, Still would I kiss and cling to thee: Nought should my kiss from thine dissever, Still would we kiss and kiss for ever; E'en though the numbers did exceed The yellow harvest's countless seed; To part would be a vain endeavour: Could I desist? -ah! never-never.
In commitment, we dash the hopes of a thousand potential selves.
I was accused of every monstrous vice by public rumour and private rancour; my name, which had been a knightly or noble one, was tainted. I felt that, if what was whispered, and muttered, and murmured, was true, I was unfit for England; if false, England was unfit for me.
I know that two and two make four - and should be glad to prove it too if I could - though I must say if by any sort of process I could convert 2 and 2 into five it would give me much greater pleasure.
There is no such thing as a life of passion any more than a continuous earthquake, or an eternal fever. Besides, who would ever shave themselves in such a state?
History, with all her volumes vast, Hath but one page.
Like other parties of the kind, it was first silent, then talky, then argumentative, then disputatious, then unintelligible, then altogether, then inarticulate, and then drunk. When we had reached the last step of this glorious ladder, it was difficult to get down again without stumbling.
If a man proves too clearly and convincingly to himself...that a tiger is an optical illusion--well, he will find out he is wrong. The tiger will himself intervene in the discussion, in a manner which will be in every sense conclusive.
A little still she strove, and much repented, And whispering “I will ne'er consent”—consented.
Books, Manuals, Directives, Regulations. The geometries that circumscribe your working life draw norrower and norrower until nothing fits inside them anymore.
No words suffice the secret soul to show, For truth denies all eloquence to woe.
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