We colour and mould according to the wants within us whatever our eyes bring in.

If a way to the Better there be, it exacts a full look at the Worst.

Well, these sad and hopeless obstacles are welcome in one sense, for they enable us to look with indifference upon the cruel satires that Fate loves to indulge in.

You concede nothing to me and I have to concede everything to you.

And yet to every bad, there is a worse

Good, better, best Never let it rest, Till ur good is better And better is best.

I forgot the defective can be more than the whole

Done because we are too many.

They were as sublime as the moon and stars above them, and the moon ans stars were as ardent as they.

Thoroughly convinced of the impossibility of his own suit, a high resolve constrained him not to injure that of another. This is a lover's most stoical virtue, as the lack of it is a lover's most venial sin.

Whatever is, is right.

Averse alike to flatter, or offend; Not free from faults, nor yet too vain to mend.

The hungry judges soon the sentence sign, and wretches hang that jurymen may dine.

Some judge of authors' names, not works, and then nor praise nor blame the writings, but the men.

Sure flattery never traveled so far as three thousand miles; it is now only for truth, which over takes all things, to reach you at this distance.

How vain are all these Glories, all our Pains, Unless good Sense preserve what Beauty gains: That Men may say, when we the Front-box grace, Behold the first in Virtue, as in Face!

An excuse is worse and more terrible than a lie

I want a brighter word than bright

It ought to come like the leaves to the trees, or it better not come at all.

The creature has a purpose, and his eyes are bright with it.

It keeps eternal whisperings around desolate shores

I must choose between despair and Energy──I choose the latter.

I will clamber through the clouds and exist.

...yes, in spite of all, Some shape of beauty moves away the pall From out dark spirits.