Where there is mystery, it is generally suspected there must also be evil.
Let us have wine and women, mirth and laughter, sermons and soda water the day after.
I have not loved the world, nor the world me.
They used to say that knowledge is power. I used to think so, but I know now they mean money.
History, with all her volumes vast, Hath but one page.
Many are poets, but without the name;For what is Poesy but to createFrom overfeeling Good or Ill; and aimAt an external life beyond our fate,And be the new Prometheus of new men,Bestowing fire from Heaven, and then, too late,Finding the pleasure given repaid with pain