To fly from, need not be to hate mankind |
To fly from, need not be to hate, mankind: / All are not fit with them to stir and toil, / Nor is it discontent to keep the mind / Deep in its fountain. |
To have joy one must share it. Happiness was born a twin. |
To withdraw myself from myself has ever been my sole, my entire, my sincere motive in scribbling at all. |
Troy owes to Homer what whist owes to Hoyle |
Truth is a gem that is found at a great depth; whilst on the surface of this world, all things are weighed by the false scale of custom |
Truth is always strange |
War, war is still the cry, `War even to the knife!' |
War's a brain spattering windpipe splitting art. |
We are all selfish and I no more trust myself than others with a good motive. |
We have progressively improved into a less spiritual species of tenderness -- but the seal is not yet fixed though the wax is preparing for the impression. |
Well didst thou speak, Athena's wisest son!/ All that we know is, nothing can be known. |
What a strange thing man is; and what a stranger thing woman. |
What an antithetical mind! -- tenderness, roughness -- delicacy, coarseness -- sentiment, sensuality -- soaring and groveling, dirt and deity -- all mixed up in that one compound of inspired clay! |
What is fame? The advantage of being known by people of whom you yourself know nothing, and for whom you care as little. |