A good heart is better than all the heads in the world.
Edward George Earl Bulwer-Lytton
Edward George Earl Bulwer-Lytton
Alone!-that worn-out word, So idly spoken, and so coldly heard; Yet all that poets sing and grief hath known Of hopes laid waste, knells in that word ALONE!
Edward George Earl Bulwer-Lytton
Ambition has no risk.
Edward George Earl Bulwer-Lytton
Beneath the rule of men entirely great, The pen is mightier than the sword.
Edward George Earl Bulwer-Lytton
Buy my flowers,-oh buy, I pray! The blind girl comes from afar.
Edward George Earl Bulwer-Lytton
Curse away! And let me tell thee, Beauseant, a wise proverb The Arabs have, “Curses are like young chickens, And still come home to roost.”
Edward George Earl Bulwer-Lytton
Fate laughs at probabilities.
Edward George Earl Bulwer-Lytton
Happy is the man who hath never known what it is to taste of fame-to have it is a purgatory, to want it is a hell.
Edward George Earl Bulwer-Lytton
In science, read, by preference the newest works; in literature, the oldest. The classics are always modern.
Edward George Earl Bulwer-Lytton
In the lexicon of youth, which fate reserves For a bright manhood, there is no such word As “fail.”
Edward George Earl Bulwer-Lytton
Memory, no less than hope, owes its charm to “the far away.”
Edward George Earl Bulwer-Lytton
Our glories float between the earth and heaven Like clouds which seem pavilions of the sun.
Edward George Earl Bulwer-Lytton
Rank is a great beautifier.
Edward George Earl Bulwer-Lytton
Take away the sword; States can be saved without it.
Edward George Earl Bulwer-Lytton
The brilliant chief, irregularly great, Frank, haughty, rash,–the Rupert of debate!
Edward George Earl Bulwer-Lytton
The easiest person to deceive is one’s own self.
Edward George Earl Bulwer-Lytton
The magic of the tongue is the most dangerous of all spells.
Edward George Earl Bulwer-Lytton
The man who smokes, thinks like a sage and acts like a Samaritan.
Edward George Earl Bulwer-Lytton
There are times when the mirth of others only saddens us, especially the mirth of children with high spirits, that jar on our own quiet mood.
Edward George Earl Bulwer-Lytton
Two lives that once part are as ships that divide When, moment on moment, there rushes between The one and the other a sea; Ah, never can fall from the days that have been A gleam on the years that shall be!
Edward George Earl Bulwer-Lytton
When stars are in the quiet skies, Then most I pine for thee; Bend on me then thy tender eyes, As stars look on the sea.
Edward George Earl Bulwer-Lytton
You speak As one who fed on poetry.
Edward George Earl Bulwer-Lytton