So we’ll go no more a-roving so late into the night. Though the heart be still as loving and the moon be still as bright. 452
There is an order of mortals on the earth, who do become old in their youth, and die ere middle age. 479
Knowledge is not happiness, and science but an exchange of ignorance for that which is another kind of ignorance. 590
We are the fools of time and terror; Days steal on us, and steal from us; yet we live, loathing our life, and dreading still to die. 1.3K
Of all the horrid, hideous notes of woe, sadder than owl-songs or the midnight blast, is that portentous phrase, “I told you so.” 450
