This is the patent age of new inventions for killing bodies, and for saving souls. All propagated with the best intentions.
I love not man the less, but Nature more.
Men think highly of those who rise rapidly in the world whereas nothing rises quicker than dust, straw, and feathers.
Death, so called, is a thing which makes men weep, And yet a third of life is passed in sleep.
All who joy would win must share it. Happiness was born a Twin.
I am about to be married, and am of course in all the misery of a man in pursuit of happiness.
I have great hopes that we shall love each other all our lives as much as if we had never married at all.
I only go out to get me a fresh appetite for being alone.
Be thou the rainbow in the storms of life. The evening beam that smiles the clouds away, and tints tomorrow with prophetic ray.
Ye stars! which are the poetry of heaven!
A man of eighty has outlived probably three new schools of painting, two of architecture and poetry and a hundred in dress.
Absence - that common cure of love.
I have a great mind to believe in Christianity for the mere pleasure of fancying I may be damned.
Smiles form the channels of a future tear.
The heart will break, but broken live on.
Society is now one polished horde, formed of two mighty tries, the Bores and Bored.
Truth is always strange, stranger than fiction.
Though sages may pour out their wisdom's treasure, there is no sterner moralist than pleasure.
They never fail who die in a great cause.
Friendship is Love without his wings!
There's naught, no doubt, so much the spirit calms as rum and true religion.
Adversity is the first path to truth.
I have no consistency, except in politics and that probably arises from my indifference to the subject altogether.
Out of chaos God made a world, and out of high passions comes a people.
Then stirs the feeling infinite, so felt In solitude, where we are least alone.
America is a model of force and freedom and moderation - with all the coarseness and rudeness of its people.
Friendship may, and often does, grow into love, but love never subsides into friendship.
Who loves, raves.
We are all selfish and I no more trust myself than others with a good motive.
Love will find a way through paths where wolves fear to prey.
Sorrow is knowledge, those that know the most must mourn the deepest, the tree of knowledge is not the tree of life.
For truth is always strange stranger than fiction.
Man, being reasonable, must get drunk the best of life is but intoxication.
'Tis very certain the desire of life prolongs it.