There is no tongue that flatters like a lover's; and yet, in the exaggeration of his feelings, flattery seems to him commonplace. Strange and prodigal exuberance, which soon exhausts itself by flowing!
Edward Bulwer-Lytton, 1st Baron LyttonHow little praise warms out of a man the good that is in him, as the sneer of contempt which he feels is unjust chill the ardor to excel.
Edward Bulwer-Lytton, 1st Baron LyttonThe world thinks eccentricity in great things is genius, but in small things, only crazy.
Edward Bulwer-Lytton, 1st Baron LyttonThe affections are immortal! They are the sympathies which unite the ceaseless generations.
Edward Bulwer-Lytton, 1st Baron Lytton