My attachment has neither the blindness of the beginning, nor the microscopic accuracy of the close of such liaisons. |
My great comfort is, that the temporary celebrity I have wrung from the world has been in the very teeth of all opinions and prejudices. I have flattered no ruling powers; I have never concealed a single thought that tempted me. |
My hair is grey, but not with years, / Nor grew it white / In a single night, / As men's have grown from sudden fears. |
My native Land - Good Night! |
My time has been passed viciously and agreeably; at thirty-one so few years, months, days, hours, or minutes remain that Carpe Diem 'is not enough. I have been obliged to crop even the seconds-for who can trust to tomorrow?' |
My turn of mind is so given to taking things in the absurd point of view, that it breaks out in spite of me every now and then. |
Nay more, though all my rival rhymesters frown, / I too can hunt a poetaster down. |
No ear can hear nor tongue can tell the tortures of the inward hell! |
Nor be, what man should ever be, / The friend of Beauty in distress? |
Not to admire is all the art I know. |
Nothing can confound a wise man more than laughter from a dunce. |
Nothing so difficult as a beginning In poesy, unless perhaps the end |
Nothing so fretful, so despicable as a Scribbler, see what I am, and what a parcel of Scoundrels I have brought about my ears, and what language I have been obliged to treat them with to deal with them in their own way; / all this comes of Authorship. |
Now hatred is by far the longest pleasure; men love in haste but they detest at leisure |
Now what I love in women is, they won't or can't do otherwise than lie, but do it so well, the very truth seems falsehood to it |