Quotes

In Fleet Street, in Fleet Street, the People are so fleet / They barely touch the cobble-stones with their nimble feet!

King's Cross! What shall we do? / His Purple Robe is rent in two!

It's no use crying over spilt evils. It's better to mop them up laughing.

I have always tried to use what little talent I had to the full.

Water, Loo! Water, Loo! fetch me some water! There isn't a drop for a mile and a quarter! / The ground is so hard and the ground is so dry I'm frightened my little red rose-bush will die.

I will fight for you, yes, and you will fight for me. And if you have sacrificed joy and courage and beauty and wisdom for my sake, I will give them all to you again; and yet you must also give them to me, for they are things in which without you I am wanting. But together we can make them.

In love there are no penalties and no payments, and what is given is indistinguishable from what is received.

Every man's life (and ... every woman's life), awaits the hour of blossoming that makes it immortal ... love is a divinity above all accidents, and guards his own with extraordinary obstinacy.

Love has no uttermost, as the stars have no number and the sea no rest.

No love-story has ever been told twice. I never heard any tale of lovers that did not seem to me as new as the world on its first morning.

Women are so strangely constructed that they have in them darkness as well as light, though it be but a little curtain hung across the sun. And love is the hand that takes the curtain down, a stronger hand than fear, which hung it up. For all the ill that is in us comes from fear, and all the good from love.

The world never knows, and cannot for the life of it imagine, what this man sees in that maid and that maid in this man. The world cannot think why they fell in love with each other. But they have their reason, their beautiful secret, that never gets told to more than one person; and what they see in each other is what they show to each other; and it is the truth. Only they kept it hidden in their hearts until the time came

Of troubles know I none / Of pleasures know I many / I rove beneath the sun / without a single penny.

Of what use to destroy the children of evil? It is evil itself we must destroy at the roots.

Seven maids with seven brooms, sweeping for half-a-hundred years, have never managed to clear my mind of its dust of vanished temples and flowers and kings, the curls of ladies, the sighing of poets, the laughter of lads and girls.