Reason respects the differences, and imagination the similitudes of things.
Music, when soft voices die Vibrates in the memory.
Revenge is the naked idol of the worship of a semi-barbarous age.
Man has no right to kill his brother. It is no excuse that he does so in uniform: he only adds the infamy of servitude to the crime of murder.
Concerning God, freewill and destiny: Of all that earth has been or yet may be, all that vain men imagine or believe, or hope can paint or suffering may achieve, we descanted.
Poetry is a sword of lightning, ever unsheathed, which consumes the scabbard that would contain it.
All of us who are worth anything, spend our manhood in unlearning the follies, or expiating the mistakes of our youth.
Is it not odd that the only generous person I ever knew, who had money to be generous with, should be a stockbroker.
The man of virtuous soul commands not, nor obeys.
The pleasure that is in sorrow is sweeter than the pleasure of pleasure itself.
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.
Death is the veil which those who live call life; They sleep, and it is lifted.
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.
Poets are the unacknowledged legislators of the world.
First our pleasures die - and then our hopes, and then our fears - and when these are dead, the debt is due dust claims dust - and we die too.
Man's yesterday may never be like his morrow; Nought may endure but Mutability.
In a drama of the highest order there is little food for censure or hatred; it teaches rather self-knowledge and self-respect.
Obscenity, which is ever blasphemy against the divine beauty in life, is a monster for which the corruption of society forever brings forth new food, which it devours in secret.
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.
A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.
There is no real wealth but the labor of man.
Twin-sister of Religion, Selfishness.
Tragedy delights by affording a shadow of the pleasure which exists in pain.
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.
Only nature knows how to justly proportion to the fault the punishment it deserves.
War is the statesman's game, the priest's delight, the lawyer's jest, the hired assassin's trade.
Familiar acts are beautiful through love.
The soul's joy lies in doing.
Poetry is the record of the best and happiest moments of the happiest and best minds.
The great instrument of moral good is the imagination.
