Robert Bulwer-Lytton, 1st Earl of Lytton Quotes

Love thou the rose, yet leave it on its stem.

There is a pleasure which is born of pain.

Then did I feel as one who, much perplext,
Led by strange legends and the light of stars
Over long regions of the midnight sand
Beyond the red tract of the Pyramids,
Is suddenly drawn to look upon the sky
From sense of unfamiliar light, and sees
Reveal'd against the constellated cope
The great cross of the South.

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.

We are but as the instrument of heaven.
Our work is not design, but destiny.

Who can undo
What time hath done? who can win back the wind?
Beckon lost music from a broken lute?
Renew the redness of a last year's rose?
Or dig the sunken sunset from the deep?

For only by knowledge of that which is not
Thyself shall thyself be learn'd.

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

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

Since we parted, yester eve,
I do love thee, love, believe,
Twelve times dearer, twelve hours longer,
One dream deeper, one night stronger,
One sun surer,—thus much more
Than I loved thee, love, before.