‘Tis strange the mind, that very fiery particle, should let itself be snuff’d out by an article. – Lord Byron 1.16K
On with the dance! Let joy be unconfined. No sleep til morn, when youth and pleasure meet to chase the glowing hours with flying feet. 909
The phrase “unconscious humour” is the one contribution I have made to the current literature of the day. 712
England is a paradise for women, and hell for horses: Italy a paradise for horses , hell for women. 943
To see her is to love her, and love but her for ever. For Nature made her what she is, and ne’er made anither. 744
That’s the wise thrush; he sings each song twice over, lest you should think he never could recapture the first fine careless rapture! 846
The art of Biography is different from Geography. Geography is about Maps, but Biography is about chaps. 856
When the first baby laughed for the first time, the laugh broke into a thousand pieces and they all went skipping about, and that was the beginning of fairies. 813
