110 quotes
The mind profits by the wrecks of every passion, and we may measure our road to wisdom by the sorrows we have undergone.
Ernest Maltravers (1837)
Love thou, and if thy love be deep as mine,
Thou wilt not laugh at poets.
Richelieu (1839)
It is not Wisdom, but Ignorance, which teaches men presumption; Genius may be sometimes arrogant, but nothing is so diffident as Knowledge.
The Disowned (1828)
Memory, no less than hope, owes its charm to "the far-away."
Kenelm Chillingly (1873)
Though Hope be a small child, she can carry a great anchor!
The Last of the Barons (1843)
We cannot think or act, but the soul of some man, who has lived before, points the way. The dead never die.
The Caxtons (1849)
Master books, but do not let them master you. Read to live, not live to read.
The Caxtons (1849)
There is no society, however free and democratic, where wealth will not create an aristocracy.
The Disowned (1828)
There is no man so friendless but what he can find a friend sincere enough to tell him disagreeable truths.
What Will He Do With It? (1858)
Night, to the earnest soul, opens the Bible of the Universe, and on the leaves of Heaven is written,—"God is everywhere!"
The Last of the Barons (1843)
In life it is difficult to say who do you the most mischief, enemies with the worst intentions, or friends with the best.
Poets alone are sure of immortality; they are the truest diviners of nature.
Believe me that the happiest act of intellect, however lofty, is that which enables it to be cheerfully at home with the Real!
A Strange Story (1850)
A reform is a correction of abuses; a revolution is a transfer of power.
There is no tongue that flatters like a lover's; and yet, in the exaggeration of his feelings, flattery seems to him commonplace.
The Last Days of Pompeii (1834)
Life, that ever needs forgiveness, has, for its first duty, to forgive.
Zanoni (1842)
It is not study alone that produces a writer; it is Intensity.
The Caxtons (1849)
The magic of the tongue is the most dangerous of all spells.
Eugene Aram (1832)
There is no anguish like an error of which we feel ashamed.
Ernest Maltravers (1837)
A man who has no excuse for crime, is indeed defenceless!