Cynicism is intellectual dandyism |
Don't just count your years, make your years count. |
Each one of an affectionate couple may be willing, as we say, to die for the other, yet unwilling to utter the agreeable word at the right moment |
Enter these enchanted woods, / You who dare. |
I expect that Woman will be the last thing civilized by Man |
It is the devil's masterstroke to get us to accuse him |
Jealousy is love bed of burning snarl. |
Kissing don't last: cookery do! |
Love that so desires would fain keep her changeless; / Fain would fling the net, and fain have her free. |
Memoirs are the backstairs of history. |
Not till the fire is dying in the grate, / Look we for any kinship with the stars. |
Not till the fire is dying in the grate, Look we for any kinship with the stars. Oh, wisdom never comes when it is gold, And the great price we paid for it full worth: We have it only when we are half earth. Little avails that coinage to the old! |
On a starred night Prince Lucifer uprose. / Tired of his dark dominion swung the fiend. |
Passions spin the plot: We are betrayed by what is false within. |
Possession without obligation to the object possessed approaches felicity. |