It was beautiful and simple as all truly great swindles are.
William Sydney Porter
All the Secrets of the Universe and Some Really Important Stuff Too!
Aphorisms, proverbs, wise sayings and other witty, pithy stuff
It was beautiful and simple as all truly great swindles are.
William Sydney Porter
Bohemia is nothing more than the little country in which you do not live. If you try to obtain citizenship in it, at once the court and retinue pack the royal archives and treasure and move away beyond the hills.
William Sydney Porter
She plucked from my lapel the invisible strand of lint (the universal act of woman to proclaim ownership).
William Sydney Porter
There was clearly nothing to do but flop down on the shabby little couch and howl. So Della did it. Which instigates the moral reflection that life is made up of sobs, sniffles, and smiles, with sniffles predominating.
William Sydney Porter
What is the world at its best but a little round field of the moving pictures with two walking together in it?
William Sydney Porter
Histories are more full of Examples of the Fidelity of dogs than of Friends.
Alexander Pope
Say, is not absence death to those who love?
Alexander Pope
The Dying Christian to His Soul (1712)
Vital spark of heav’nly flame!
Quit, oh quit, this mortal frame:
Trembling, hoping, ling’ring, flying,
Oh the pain, the bliss of dying!
Stanza 1
Hark! they whisper; angels say,
Sister spirit, come away!
Tell me, my soul, can this be death?
The world recedes; it disappears!
Heav’n opens on my eyes! my ears
With sounds seraphic ring!
Lend, lend your wings! I mount! I fly!
O grave! where is thy victory?
O death! where is thy sting?
Alexander Pope
I would not be like those Authors, who forgive themselves some particular lines for the sake of a whole Poem, and vice versa a whole Poem for the sake of some particular lines. I believe no one qualification is so likely to make a good writer, as the power of rejecting his own thoughts.
Alexander Pope
I have nothing to say for rhyme, but that I doubt whether a poem can support itself without it, in our language; unless it be stiffened with such strange words, as are likely to destroy our language itself.
Alexander Pope