O woman! woman! thou shouldest have few sins of thine own to answer for! Thou art the author of such a book of follies in a man that it would need the tears of all the angels to blot the record out.
Edward Bulwer-Lytton, 1st Baron LyttonDeath is the only monastery; the tomb is the only cell, and the grave that adjoins the convent is the bitterest mock of its futility.
Edward Bulwer-Lytton, 1st Baron LyttonBright and illustrious illusions! Who can blame, who laugh at the boy, who not admire and commend him, for that desire of a fame outlasting the Pyramids by which he insensibly learns to live in a life beyond the present, and nourish dreams of a good unattainable by the senses?
Edward Bulwer-Lytton, 1st Baron Lytton