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When one is in a good sound rage, it is astonishing how calm one can be.
When some one sorrow, that is yet reparable, gets hold of your mind like a monomania,--when you think, because Heaven has denied you this or that, on which you had set your heart, that all your life must be a blank,--oh, then diet yourself well on biography,--the biography of good and great men. See how little a space one sorrow really makes in life. See scarce a page, perhaps, given to some grief similar to your own, and how triumphantly the life sails on beyond it.
When the world frowns, we can face it; but let it smile, and we are undone.
Will our souls, hurrying on in diverse paths, unite once more, as if the interval had been a dream?
Women love energy and grand results.
Wrap thyself in the decent veil that the arts or the graces weave for thee, O human nature! It is only the statue of marble whose nakedness the eye can behold without shame and offence!
Ye have a world of light,
When love in the loved rejoices;
But the blind man's home is the house of night,
And its beings are empty voices.
You see men of the mast delicate frames engaged in active and professional pursuits who really have no time for illness. Let them become idle--let them take care of themselves, let them think of their health--and they die! The rust rots the steel which use preserves.
Two lives that once part, are as ships that divide
When, moment on moment, there rushes between
The one and the other, a sea;--
Ah, never can fall from the days that have been
A gleam on the years that shall be!
- A Lament (l. 10) [Meeting]
Thought is valuable in proportion as it is generative.
- Caxtoniana (essay XIV) [Thought]
Truth makes on the ocean of nature no one track of light--every eye looking on finds its own.
- Caxtoniana (essay XIV) [Truth]
Business dispatched is business well done, but business hurried is business ill done.
(essay XXVI, Readers and Writer)
Poets alone are sure of immortality; they are the truest diviners of nature.
- Caxtoniana (essay XXVII) [Poets]
He who writes prose builds his temple to Fame in rubble; he who writes verses builds it in granite.
- Caxtoniana--Essay XXVII--The Spirit of Conservation
In science, read, by preference, the newest works; in literature, the oldest. The classic literature is always modern.
- Caxtoniana--Hints on Mental Culture
Dear Land to which Desire forever flees;
Time doth no present to our grasp allow,
Say in the fixed Eternal shall we seize
At last the fleeting Now?
- Corn Flowers (bk. I, The First Violets)
Who that has loved knows not the tender tale
Which flowers reveal, when lips are coy to tell?
- Corn Flowers--The First Violets
(bk. I, st. 1) [Flowers]
Three things are ever silent--Thought, Destiny, and the Grave.
- Harold (bk. X, ch. II) [Silence]
No Indian prince has to his palace
More followers than a thief to the gallows.
- Hudibras (pt. II, canto I, l. 273)
Arm thyself for the truth!
- Lady of Lyons (act V, sc. 1) [Truth]
Fool me no fools.
- Last Days of Pompeii (bk. III, ch. 6)
Time is money.
- Money (act III, sc. 3) [Time]
If I publish this poem for you, speaking as a trader, I shall be a considerable loser. Did I publish all I admire, out of sympathy with the author, I should be a ruined man.
- My Novel (bk. VI, ch. XIV) [Publishing]
Alone!--That worn-out word,
So idly spoken, and so coldly heard;
Yet all that poets sing, and grief hath known,
Of hope laid waste, knells in that word--Alone!
- New Timon (pt. II) [Solitude]
The man who smokes, thinks like a sage and acts like a Samaritan!
- Night and Morning (bk. I, ch. VI)
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