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