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