Robert Bulwer-Lytton, 1st Earl Of Lytton Quotes
Those true eyes, Too pure and too honest in aught to disguise, The sweet soul shining through them.
A fresh mind keeps the body fresh. Take in the ideas of the day, drain off those of yesterday. As to the morrow, time enough to consider it when it becomes today.
The world is a nettle; disturb it, it stings. Grasp it firmly, it stings not.
Be it jewel or toy, not the prize gives the joy, but the striving to win the prize.
We may live without friends; we may live without books But civilized men cannot live without cooks.
We are our own fates.- Our deeds are our own doomsmen.- Man's life was made not for creeds but actions.
However we pass Time, he passes still, Passing away whatever the pastime, And, whether we use him well or ill, Some day he gives us the slip for the last time.
No true love there can be without Its dread penalty--jealousy.
The world is filled with folly and sin, And Love must cling, where it can, I say: For Beauty is easy enough to win; But one isn't loved every day.
Sorrows humanize our race; tears are the showers that fertilize the world.
Unseen hands delay The coming of what oft seems close in ken, And, contrary, the moment, when we say "'Twill never come!" comes on us even then.
That man is great, and he alone, Who serves a greatness not his own, For neither praise nor self: Content to know and be unknown: Whole in himself.
They only fall, that strive to move, Or lose, that care to keep.
Truth makes on the ocean of nature no one track of light; every eye, looking on, finds its own.
Alas! must it ever be so? Do we stand in our own light, wherever we go, And fight our own shadows forever?
There's a moment when all would go smooth and even, If only the dead could find out when To come back, and be forgiven.
Master books, but do not let them master you. - Read to live, not live to read.
Whenever I hear French spoken as I approve, I find myself quietly falling in love.
No life can be pure in its purpose, and strong in its strife, and all life not be purer and stronger thereby.
No one will learn anything at all, unless one first will learn humility.
Only by knowledge of that which is not thyself, shall thyself be learned.
When time is flown, how it fled It is better neither to ask nor tell, Leave the dead moments to bury their dead.
We gain justice, judgment, with years, or else years are in vain.
Who can undo What time hath done? Who can win back the wind? Reckon lost music from a broken lute? Renew the redness of a last year's rose? Or dig the sunken sunset from the deep?
I loved you ere I knew you; know you now, And having known you, love you better still.
