Happy indeed the poet of whom, like Orpheus, nothing is known but an immortal name! Happy next, perhaps, the poet of whom, like Homer, nothing is known but the immortal works. The more the merely human part of the poet remains a mystery, the more willing is the reverence given to his divine mission.
Edward Bulwer-Lytton, 1st Baron LyttonAs a general rule, people who flagrantly pretend to anything are the reverse of that which they pretend to. A man who sets up for a saint is sure to be a sinner; and a man who boasts that he is a sinner is sure to have some feeble, maudlin, snivelling bit of saintship about him which is enough to make him a humbug.
Edward Bulwer-Lytton, 1st Baron LyttonThe vices and the virtues are written in a language the world cannot construe; it reads them in a vile translation, and the translators are Failure and Success.
Edward Bulwer-Lytton, 1st Baron LyttonAh, what without a heaven would be even love!--a perpetual terror of the separation that must one day come.
Edward Bulwer-Lytton, 1st Baron Lytton