Good but rarely came from good advice.

Lord of himself; that heritage of woe!

Oh Rome! My country! City of the soul!

One hates an author that's all author.

Roll on, thou deep and dark blue ocean

Man's conscience is the oracle of God.

Jealousy dislikes the world to know it.

A drop of ink may make a million think.

And hold up to the sun my little taper.

The French courage proceeds from vanity

A quiet conscience makes one so serene.

Cervantes smiled Spain's chivalry away.

Heaven gives its favourites-early death.

But stories somehow lengthen when begun.

Despair and Genius are too oft connected

The very best of vineyards is the cellar

There is pleasure in the pathless woods.

Alas! how deeply painful is all payment!

The heart will break, but broken live on.

Ada! sole daughter of my house and heart.

I love not man the less, but Nature more.

Ye stars! which are the poetry of heaven!

They never fail who die in a great cause.

Hearts will break - yet brokenly, live on.

My altars are the mountains and the ocean.

Damn description, it is always disgusting.

Smiles form the channels of a future tear.

Fools are my theme, let satire be my song.

He makes a solitude, and calls it - peace!

A schoolboy's tale, the wonder of an hour!

A change came o'er the spirit of my dream.

The best prophet of the future is the past.

Armenian is the language to speak with God.

My heart in passion, and my head on rhymes.

Thy decay's still impregnate with divinity.

Who tracks the steps of glory to the grave?

What's drinking? A mere pause from thinking!

The dome of thought, the palace of the soul.

Had sigh'd to many, though he loved but one.

There is no instinct like that of the heart.

Be warm, be pure, be amorous, but be chaste.

What deep wounds ever closed without a scar?

If I don't write to empty my mind, I go mad.

I awoke one morning and found myself famous.

To chase the glowing hours with flying feet.

I had a dream, which was not at all a dream.

Life's enchanted cup sparkles near the brim.

By headless Charles see heartless Henry lies.

Sweet is old wine in bottles, ale in barrels.

The law of heaven and earth is life for life.

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