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| Lovers may be -- and indeed generally are -- enemies, but they never can be friends, because there must always be a spice of jealousy and a something of Self in all their speculations. | | Uncategorized | |
| Maid of Athens, ere we part, / Give, oh give me back my heart! | | Uncategorized | |
| Maidens like moths, are ever caught by glare, And Mammon wins his way where seraphs might despair | | Uncategorized | |
| Man being reasonable must get drunk; The best of life is but intoxication; Glory, the grape, love, gold - in these are sunk - The hopes of all men and of every nation | | Alcohol; Drinking | |
| Man is born passionate of body, but with an innate though secret tendency to the love of Good in his main-spring of Mind. But God help us all! It is at present a sad jar of atoms. | | Uncategorized | |
| Man's love is of man's life a part; it is a woman's whole existence. In her first passion, a woman loves her lover, in all the others all she loves is love. | | Uncategorized | |
| Man's love is of man's life a thing apart, 'Tis woman's whole existence | | Uncategorized | |
| Man, being reasonable, must get drunk; the best of life is but intoxication. | | Uncategorized | |
| May none these marks efface! / For they appeal from tyranny to God. | | Uncategorized | |
| Men are the sport of circumstances when it seems circumstances are the sport of men. | | Uncategorized | |
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| Men think highly of those who rise rapidly in the world; whereas nothing rises quicker than dust, straw, and feathers. | | Uncategorized | |
| My attachment has neither the blindness of the beginning, nor the microscopic accuracy of the close of such liaisons. | | Uncategorized | |
| My great comfort is, that the temporary celebrity I have wrung from the world has been in the very teeth of all opinions and prejudices. I have flattered no ruling powers; I have never concealed a single thought that tempted me. | | Uncategorized | |
| My hair is grey, but not with years, / Nor grew it white / In a single night, / As men's have grown from sudden fears. | | Uncategorized | |
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| My time has been passed viciously and agreeably; at thirty-one so few years, months, days, hours, or minutes remain that Carpe Diem 'is not enough. I have been obliged to crop even the seconds-for who can trust to tomorrow?' | | Time | |
| My turn of mind is so given to taking things in the absurd point of view, that it breaks out in spite of me every now and then. | | Uncategorized | |
| Nay more, though all my rival rhymesters frown, / I too can hunt a poetaster down. | | Uncategorized | |
| No ear can hear nor tongue can tell the tortures of the inward hell! | | Uncategorized | |
