When a thing is said to be not worth refuting you may be sure that either it is flagrantly stupid - in which case all comment is superfluous - or it is something formidable, the very crux of the problem.
Poets are the unacknowledged legislators of the world.
We look before and after, And pine for what is not; Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
Music, when soft voices die Vibrates in the memory.
History is a cyclic poem written by time upon the memories of man.
I have drunken deep of joy, And I will taste no other wine tonight.
I think that the leaf of a tree, the meanest insect on which we trample, are in themselves arguments more conclusive than any which can be adduced that some vast intellect animates Infinity.
If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind?
In a drama of the highest order there is little food for censure or hatred; it teaches rather self-knowledge and self-respect.
Is it not odd that the only generous person I ever knew, who had money to be generous with, should be a stockbroker.
Love is free; to promise for ever to love the same woman is not less absurd than to promise to believe the same creed; such a vow in both cases excludes us from all inquiry.
Government is an evil; it is only the thoughtlessness and vices of men that make it a necessary evil. When all men are good and wise, government will of itself decay.
Man's yesterday may never be like his morrow; Nought may endure but Mutability.
Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
O, wind, if winter comes, can spring be far behind?