Great Throughts Treasury

"There is no future pang Can deal that justice on the self-condemn'd He deals on his own soul."

"There is no passion more spectral or fantastical than Hate; not even its opposite, Love, so peoples air with phantoms, as this madness of the heart."

"There is no god but God!--to prayer--lo! God is great!""

"There is no sterner moralist than pleasure."

"There is no such thing as a life of passion any more than a continuous earthquake, or an eternal fever. Besides, who would ever shave themselves in such a state?"

"There is not a joy the world can give like that it takes away."

"There is no instinct like that of the heart."

"There is no traitor like him whose domestic treason plants the poniard within the breast that trusted to his truth"

"There is pleasure in the pathless woods, there is a rapture on the lonely shore, there is society, where none intrudes, by the deep sea, and music in its roar: I love not man the less, but Nature more, from these our interviews, in which I steal from all I may be, or have been before, to mingle with the Universe, and feel what I can ne'er express, yet cannot all conceal."

"There is nothing gives a man such spirits, Leavening his blood as cayenne doth a curry, As going at full speed--no matter where its Direction be, so 'tis but in a hurry, And merely for the sake of its own merits; For the less cause there is for all this flurry, The greater is the pleasure in arriving At the great end of travel--which is driving."

"There is something to me very softening in the presence of a woman, some strange influence, even if one is not in love with them, which I cannot at all account for, having no very high opinion of the sex. But yet, I always feel in better humor with myself and everything else, if there is a woman within ken."

"There rose no day, there roll'd no hour Of pleasure unembitter'd; And not a trapping deck'd my power, That gall'd not while it glitter'd."

"There is, in fact, no law or government at all [in Italy]; and it is wonderful how well things go on without them."

"There is something pagan in me that I cannot shake off. In short, I deny nothing, but doubt everything."

"There was a laughing devil in his sneer."

"There shrinks no ebb in that tideless sea, which changeless rolls eternally; So that wildest of waves, in their angriest mood, Scarce break on the bounds of the land for a rood; And the powerless moon beholds them flow, Heedless if she come or go."

"There was a general whisper, toss, and wiggle, but etiquette forbade them all to giggle."

"There's music in the sighing of a reed; there's music in the gushing of a rill; there's music in all things, if men had ears: their earth is but an echo of the spheres."

"There will be no crown bearers in heaven who are not cross bearers on earth."

"There's naught, no doubt, so much the spirit calms as rum and true religion."

"There's not a joy the world can give like that it takes away."

"There's nothing in the world like etiquette In kingly chambers, or imperial halls, As also at the race and county balls."

"There's not a sea the passenger e'er pukes in, Turns up more dangerous breakers than the Euxine."

"There's nothing makes me so much grieve, As that abominable tittle-tattle, Which is the cud eschew'd by human cattle."

"These blasted pines, wrecks of a single winter, barkless, branchless, a blighted trunk upon a cursed root."

"These two hated with a hate Found only on the stage."

"There's nought in this bad world like sympathy: 'tis so becoming to the soul and face-- sets to soft music the harmonious sigh, and robes sweet friendship in a Brussels lace."

"They grieved for those who perished with the cutter, and also for the biscuit casks and butter."

"They kindly leave us, but not quite alone, But in good company, the gout or stone."

"They did not know how hate can burn in hearts once changed from soft to stern nor all the false and fatal zeal the convert of revenge can feel."

"They accuse me--Me--the present writer of The present poem--of--I know not what,-- A tendency to under-rate and scoff At human power and virtue, and all that; And this they say in language rather rough. Good God! I wonder what they would be at! I say no more than has been said in Dante's Verse, and by Solomon and by Cervantes; By Swift, by Machiavel, by Rochefoucault; By Fenelon, by Luther and by Plato; By Tillotson, and Wesley, and Rousseau, Who knew this life was not worth a potato. 'Tis not their fault, nor mine, if this be so-- for my part, I pretend not to be cato, nor even diogenes.--we live and die, but which is best, you know no more than I."

"They never fail who die in a great cause: the block may soak their gore: their heads may sodden in the sun; their limbs be strung to city gates and castle walls— but still their Spirit walks abroad. Though years elapse, and others share as dark a doom, they but augment the deep and sweeping thoughts which overpower all others, and conduct the world at last to Freedom."

"They say that hope is happiness but genuine love must prize the past; and mem'ry wakes the thoughts that bless: they rose first -- they set the last. And all that mem'ry loves the most was once our only hope to be: and all that hope adored and lost hath melted into memory. Alas! It is delusion all-- the future cheats us from afar: nor can we be what we recall, nor dare we think on what we are."

"They sicken at the calm that know the storm."

"They truly mourn that mourn without a witness."

"Thine are the hours and days when both are cheering and innocent."

"They used to say that knowledge is power. I used to think so, but I now know that they mean money."

"Things were bad but now they are OK."

"Think not I am what I appear."

"Thinkst thou existence doth depend on time? It doth; but actions are our epochs; mine Have made my days and nights imperishable, Endless, and all alike."

"This is the age of oddities let loose."

"Think you if Laura had been Petrarch's wife He would have written sonnets all his life?"

"This is the way that physicians mend or end us, Secundum artem: but although we sneer In health--when ill, we call them to attend us, Without the least propensity to jeer."

"This is to be along; this, this is solitude!"

"This is the patent age of new inventions for killing bodies, and for saving souls. All propagated with the best intentions."

"This is to be mortal, And seek the things beyond mortality."

"This place is the Devil, or at least his principal residence, they call it the University, but any other appellation would have suited it much better, for study is the last pursuit of the society; the Master eats, drinks, and sleeps, the Fellows drink, dispute and pun, the employments of the undergraduates you will probably conjecture without my description."

"This man is freed from servile bands, Of hope to rise, or fear to fall; Lord of himself, though not of lands, And leaving nothing, yet hath all."

"This sort of adoration of the real is but a heightening of the beau ideal."

"Tho' modest, on his unembarrass'd brow Nature had written--"Gentlemen.""