Robert Bulwer-Lytton, 1st Earl of Lytton Quotes

Far up the wave
The clouds that lay piled in the golden heat
Were turn'd into types of the ancient mountains
In an ancient land.

There's no weapon that slays
Its victim so surely (if well aim'd) as praise.

No life
Can be pure in its purpose and strong in its strife
And all life not be purer and stronger thereby.

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.

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.

The thing which must be, must be for the best.

There is a pleasure which is born of pain.

We gain
Justice, judgment, with years, or else years are in vain.

When life leaps in the veins, when it beats in the heart,
When it thrills as it fills every animate part,
Where lurks it? How works it?.. we scarcely detect it.

Words, however, are things: and the man who accords
To his language the license to outrage his soul
Is controll'd by the words he disdains to control.

There is purpose in pain,
Otherwise it were devilish.

Genius does what it must, and Talent does what it can.

Who seeks for aid
Must show how service sought can be repaid.

No star ever rose
And set, without influence somewhere.

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