Woe

Man's desires are limited by his perceptions; none can desire what he has not perceived.

In conclusion, I have endeavored, with what success has been already determined by the voice of my own country, to give a panorama of Irish life among the people … and in doing this, I can say with solemn truth that I painted them honestly and without reference to the existence of any particular creed or party.

The statesman, lawyer, merchant, man of trade pants for the refuge of some rural shade, where all his long anxieties forgot amid the charms of a sequester'd spot, or recollected only to gild o'er and add a smile to what was sweet before, he may possess the joys he thinks he sees, lay his old age upon the lap of ease, improve the remnant of his wasted span. And having lived a trifler, die a man.

A willful fault has no excuse, and deserves no pardon.

If poetry should address itself to the same needs and aspirations, the same hopes and fears, to which the Bible addresses itself, it might rival it in distribution.

I myself believe that there is in every painter's life a period of making absurdities. In my case I think that period is already long past.

It is with the reading of books the same as with looking at pictures; one must, without doubt, without hesitations, with assurance, admire what is beautiful.

A good mayor is a good thing. Are you afraid of the good you might do

We do not claim that the portrait we present here is a true one, only that it comes close.

God gives us life, and God our life preserves; nay, all our happiness on Him doth rest: why then should love of God inflame man's breast less than his lady and the lord he serves?

Life means that I can live to see tomorrow.

A good heart is the sun and moon, or, rather, the sun, and not the moon; for it shines bright and never changes, but keeps its course truly. King Henry V, Act v, Scene 2

Let dead hearts tarry and trade and marry, and trembling nurse their dreams of mirth, while we the living our lives are giving to bring the bright new world to birth.

Now the melancholy of God protect thee, and the tailor make thy doublet of changable taffata, for thy mind is a very opal. I would have men of such constancy put to sea, that their business might be everything, and their intent everywhere, for that's it, that always makes a good voyage of nothing.

O, reason not the need! Our basest beggars are in the poorest thing superfluous. Allow not nature more than nature needs, man's life is cheap as beast's. Thou art a lady; if only to go warm were gorgeous, why, nature needs not what thou gorgeous wear'st, which scarcely keeps thee warm. But, for true need— you heavens, give me that patience, patience I need!

O, wonder! How many goodly creatures are there here! How beauteous mankind is! O brave new world, that has such people in't!

Old fashions please me best; I am not so nice to change true rules for odd inventions. Bianca, scene i

One woman is fair, yet I am well; another is wise, yet I am well; another virtuous, yet I am well; but till all graces be in one woman, one woman shall not come in my grace. Rich she shall be, that's certain; wise, or I'll none; virtuous, or I'll never cheapen her; fair, or I'll never look on her; mild, or come not near me; noble, or not I for an angel; of good discourse, an excellent musician, and her hair shall be of what color it please God. Much Ado About Nothing, Act ii, Scene 3

Shorten my days thou canst with sullen sorrow, and pluck nights from me, but not lend a morrow; thou canst help time to furrow me with age, but stop no wrinkle in his pilgrimage.

Sorrow, like a heavy ringing bell, once set on ringing, with its own weight goes; then little strength rings out the doleful knell.