Friendship may, and often does, grow into love, but love never subsides into friendship.

Friendship is Love without his wings!

If we must have a tyrant, let him at least be a gentleman who has been bred to the business, and let us fall by the axe and not by the butcher's cleaver.

The great art of life is sensation, to feel that we exist, even in pain.

A celebrity is one who is known to many persons he is glad he doesn't know.

Fame is the thirst of youth.

America is a model of force and freedom and moderation - with all the coarseness and rudeness of its people.

I have great hopes that we shall love each other all our lives as much as if we had never married at all.

All who joy would win must share it. Happiness was born a Twin.

I am about to be married, and am of course in all the misery of a man in pursuit of happiness.

There's naught, no doubt, so much the spirit calms as rum and true religion.

Shelley is truth itself and honour itself notwithstanding his out-of-the-way notions about religion.

There is no instinct like that of the heart.

There is pleasure in the pathless woods, there is rapture in the lonely shore, there is society where none intrudes, by the deep sea, and music in its roar; I love not Man the less, but Nature more.

Love will find a way through paths where wolves fear to prey.

Absence - that common cure of love.

Who loves, raves.

Man is born passionate of body, but with an innate though secret tendency to the love of Good in his main-spring of Mind. But God help us all! It is at present a sad jar of atoms.

Death, so called, is a thing which makes men weep, And yet a third of life is passed in sleep.

'Tis very certain the desire of life prolongs it.

Smiles form the channels of a future tear.

The best prophet of the future is the past.

Sorrow is knowledge, those that know the most must mourn the deepest, the tree of knowledge is not the tree of life.

What should I have known or written had I been a quiet, mercantile politician or a lord in waiting? A man must travel, and turmoil, or there is no existence.

We are all selfish and I no more trust myself than others with a good motive.

If I am fool, it is, at least, a doubting one; and I envy no one the certainty of his self-approved wisdom.

Though sages may pour out their wisdom's treasure, there is no sterner moralist than pleasure.

Women hate everything which strips off the tinsel of sentiment, and they are right, or it would rob them of their weapons.

I love not man the less, but Nature more.

Ye stars! which are the poetry of heaven!

A man of eighty has outlived probably three new schools of painting, two of architecture and poetry and a hundred in dress.

I have no consistency, except in politics; and that probably arises from my indifference to the subject altogether.

Men think highly of those who rise rapidly in the world; whereas nothing rises quicker than dust, straw, and feathers.

Adversity is the first path to truth.

For what were all these country patriots born? To hunt, and vote, and raise the price of corn?

Truth is always strange, stranger than fiction.

I only go out to get me a fresh appetite for being alone.

Then stirs the feeling infinite, so felt In solitude, where we are least alone.

What is the worst of woes that wait on age? What stamps the wrinkle deeper on the brow? To view each loved one blotted from life's page, And be alone on earth, as I am now.

This man is freed from servile bands, Of hope to rise, or fear to fall; Lord of himself, though not of lands, And leaving nothing, yet hath all.

But what is Hope? Nothing but the paint on the face of Existence; the least touch of truth rubs it off, and then we see what a hollow-cheeked harlot we have got hold of.

The dew of compassion is a tear.

Be thou the rainbow in the storms of life. The evening beam that smiles the clouds away, and tints tomorrow with prophetic ray.

A woman should never be seen eating or drinking, unless it be lobster salad and Champagne, the only true feminine and becoming viands.