Poet Quotes

Were it not better to forget than to remember and regret?

We need to suffer, that we may learn to pity.

We might have been - these are but common words, and yet they make the sum of life's bewailing.

There is a large stock on hand; but somehow or other, nobody's experience ever suits us but our own.

No thoroughly occupied man was ever yet very miserable.

I think hearts are very much like glasses. If they do not break with the first ring, they usually last a considerable time.

Few, save the poor, feel for the poor.

Enthusiasm is the divine particle in our composition: with it we are great, generous, and true; without it, we are little, false, and mean.

Delicious tears! The heart's own dew.

An apt quotation is like a lamp which flings its light over the whole sentence.

Ah, tell me not that memory sheds gladness o'er the past, what is recalled by faded flowers, save that they did not last?

A brier rose whose buds yield fragrant harvest for the honey bee.

Society is like a large piece of frozen water; and skating well is the great art o social life.

Whatever people in general do not understand, they are always prepared to dislike; the incomprehensible is always the obnoxious.

All sweeping assertions are erroneous.

How disappointment tracks the steps of hope.

The people only understand what they can feel; the only orators that can affect them are those who move them.

Providence conceals itself in the details of human affairs, but becomes unveiled in the generalities of history.

Private passions tire and exhaust themselves, public ones never.

Poets and heroes are of the same race, the latter do what the former conceive.

Habit with it's iron sinews, clasps us and leads us day by day.

The more I see of the representatives of the people, the more I admire my dogs.

If one had but a single glance to give the world, one should gaze on Istanbul.

A conscience without God is like a court without a judge.

Brutality to an animal is cruelty to mankind - it is only the difference in the victim.

Experience is the only prophecy of wise men.

Limited in his nature, infinite in his desire, man is a fallen god who remembers heaven.

Grief knits two hearts in closer bonds than happiness ever can; and common sufferings are far stronger links than common joys.

To love for the sake of being loved is human, but to love for the sake of loving is angelic.

Sometimes, only one person is missing, and the whole world seems depopulated.