| Quotes |
Topic |
| Language | Pedantry consists in the use of words unsuitable to the time, place, and company. |
| Language | Language is the armory of the human mind, and at once contains the trophies of its past and the weapons of its future conquests. |
| Liberty | Yes, while I stood and gazed, my temples bare, And shot my being through earth, sea, and air, Possessing all things with intensest love, O liberty! my spirit felt thee there. |
| Listening | He holds him with his glittering eye, And listens like a three years' child. |
| Literature | Five miles meandering with mazy motion, Through dale the sacred river ran, Then reached the caverns measureless to man, And sank the tumult to a lifeless ocean: And 'mid this tumult Kubla heard from far Ancestral voices prophesying war! |
| Loneliness | So lonely 'twas that God himself Scarce seemed there to be. |
| Love | Sympathy constitutes friendship, but in love there is a sort of antipathy, or opposing passion. Each strives to be the other, and both together make up one whole. |
| Luxury | Blest hour! It was a luxury,to be! |
| Maxim | A man of maxims only, is like a cyclops with one eye, and that in the back of his head. |
| Medicine | He is the best physician who is the most ingenious inspirer of hope. |
| Merit | It sounds like stories from the land of spirits, If any man obtain that which he merits, Or any merit that which he obtains. |
| Misfortune | He went like one that hath been stunn'd, And is of sense forlorn, A sadder and a wiser man, He rose the morrow morn. |
| Moon | The moving moon went up to the sky, And nowhere did abide, Softly she was going up, And a star or two beside. |
| Motherhood | A mother is a mother still, The holiest thing alive. |
| Motherhood | The mother says to her daughter, Daughter bid thy daughter, to her daughter, that her daughter's daughter is crying. |
| Motive | Iago's soliloquy,the motive-hunting of a motiveless malignity,how awful it is! |
| Names | Ah! replied my gentle fair, Beloved, what are names but air? Choose thou, whatever suits the line, Call me Sappho, call me Chloris, Call me Lalage, or Doris, Only, only, call me thine. |
| Nature | Swans sing before they die - 'twere no bad thing should certain persons die before they sing. |
| Nightingales | "Most musical, most melancholy" bird! A melancholy bird! Oh! idle thought! In nature there is nothing melancholy. |
| Pity | Pity is best taught by fellowship in woe. |
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