Love thou the rose, yet leave it on its stem.
Edward Robert Bulwer-Lytton (1831 - 1891)
Source: pseudonym: Owen Meredith, The Wanderer
Contributed by: Zaady
The world's a nettle; disturb it, it stings: Grasp it firmly, it stings not.
Source: Lucile, 1860
When people have no other tyrant, their own public opinion becomes one.
Source: pseudonym: Owen Meredith,
No life can be pure in its purpose, and strong in its strife, and all life not be purer and stronger thereby.
Source: pseudonym: Owen Meredith, Poems. Last Words of a Sensitive Second-Rate Poet
Remorse is the echo of a lost virtue.
Source: pseudonym: Owen Meredith, Lucile
Since we parted yester eve, I do love thee, love, believe, Twelve times dearer, twelve hours longer,- One dream deeper, one night stronger, One sun surer,-thus much more Than I loved thee, love, before.
Source: pseudonym: Owen Meredith, Since We Parted
Sorrows humanize our race; tears are the showers that fertilize the world.
The best teacher is the one who suggests rather than dogmatizes, and inspires his listener with the wish to teach himself.
We are our own fates.- Our deeds are our own doomsmen.- Man's life was made not for creeds but actions.-
Genius does what it must, and Talent does what it can.
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