Robert Bulwer-Lytton, 1st Earl of Lytton Quotes

'Twas a hand
White, delicate, dimpled, warm, languid, and bland.
The hand of a woman is often, in youth, Somewhat rough, somewhat red, somewhat graceless in truth;
Does its beauty refine, as its pulses grow calm,
Or as sorrow has cross'd the life-line in its palm.

Those true eyes
Too pure and too honest in aught to disguise
The sweet soul shining through them.

As pure as a pearl,
And as perfect: a noble and innocent girl.

Unseen hands delay
The coming of what seems close in ken,
And, contrary, the moment when we say
"'Twill never come!" comes on us even then.

Life hath set
No landmarks before us.

Life is good; but not life in itself.

That's best
Which God sends. 'Twas His will: it is mine.

Ah, well! when time is flown, how it fled
It is better neither to ask nor tell.
Leave the dead moments to bury their dead.

But, however we pass Time, he passes still,
Passing away whatever the pastime,
And, whether we use him well or ill,
Some day he gives us the slip for the last time.

No star ever rose
And set, without influence somewhere.

O be very sure
That no man will learn anything at all,
Unless he first will learn humility.

Who knows nothing base
Fears nothing known.

There is a pleasure which is born of pain.

Art is Nature made by Man
To Man the interpreter of God.

No true love can be without
Its dread penalty—jealousy.