He who is only just is cruel. Who on earth could live were all judged justly
And yet a little tumult, now and then, is an agreeable quickener of sensation such as a revolution, a battle, or an adventure of any lively description.
I shall soon be six-and-twenty. Is there anything in the future that can possibly console us for not being always twenty-five
Now hatred is by far the longest pleasure men love in haste but they detest at leisure.
It is odd but agitation or contest of any kind gives a rebound to my spirits and sets me up for a time.
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
For what were all these country patriots born To hunt, and vote, and raise the price of corn
'Tis pleasant, sure, to see one's name in print. A book's a book, although there's nothing in 't.
They never fail who die in a great cause.
I have always believed that all things depended upon Fortune, and nothing upon ourselves.
For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast, And breathed in the face of the foe as he pass'dAnd the eyes of the sleepers wax'd deadly and chill, And their hearts but once heaved, and for ever grew still
Cervantes smiled Spain's chivalry away A single laugh demolished the right arm Of his country.
I have a great mind to believe in Christianity for the mere pleasure of fancying I may be damned.
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But first, on earth as Vampire sent, Thy corpse shall from its tomb be rent: Then ghastly haunt thy native place, And suck the blood of all thy race; There from thy daughter, sister, wife, At midnight drain the stream of life; Yet loathe the banquet which perforce Must feed thy livid living corpse. Thy victims are they yet expire Shall know the demon for their sire, As cursing thee, thou cursing them, Thy flowers withered on the stem.
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The lapse of ages changes all things - time - language - the earth - the bounds of the sea - the stars of the sky, and everything 'about, around, and underneath' man, except man himself, who has always been and always will be, an unlucky rascal. The infinite variety of lives conduct but to death, and the infinity of wishes lead but to disappointment. All the discoveries which have yet been made have multiplied little but existence.
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