We lose the peace of years when we hunt after the rapture of moments.
Edward Bulwer-Lytton, 1st Baron LyttonThey have written volumes out of which a couplet of verse, a period in prose, may cling to the rock of ages, as a shell that survives a deluge.
Edward Bulwer-Lytton, 1st Baron LyttonIn one of the Welsh counties is a small village called A-----. It is somewhat removed from the high road, and is, therefore, but little known to those luxurious amateurs of the picturesque, who view nature through the windows of a carriage and four.
Edward Bulwer-Lytton, 1st Baron LyttonYouth, with swift feet, walks onward in the way; the land of joy lies all before his eyes.
Edward Bulwer-Lytton, 1st Baron LyttonThough no participator in the joy of more vehement sport, I have a pleasure that I cannot reconcile to my abstract notions of the tenderness due to dumb creatures in the tranquil cruelty of angling. I can only palliate the wanton destructiveness of my amusement by trying to assure myself that my pleasure does not spring from the success of the treachery I practise toward a poor little fish, but rather from that innocent revelry in the luxuriance of summer life which only anglers enjoy to the utmost.
Edward Bulwer-Lytton, 1st Baron Lytton