J.W. Lord Quotes

He makes a solitude, and calls it - peace!

To be perfectly original one should think much and read little, and this is impossible, for one must have read before one has learnt to think.

Oh for someone with a heart, head and hand. Whatever they call them, what do I care, aristocrat, democrat, autocrat, just be it one that can rule and dare not lie.

Keep thy smooth words and juggling homilies for those who know thee not.

Damn description, it is always disgusting.

Once in a golden hour, I cast to earth a seed, And up there grew a flower, That others called a weed.

I never fronted, you can get it if you want it... Won't say I'm the best, but I'm not that far from it.

There is no such thing as a life of passion any more than a continuous earthquake, or an eternal fever. Besides, who would ever shave themselves in such a state?

Maidens, like moths, are ever caught, by glare, And Mammon wins his way where seraphs might despair.

The truly generous is the truly wise, and he who loves not others lives unblest!

Cervantes smiled Spain's chivalry away; A single laugh demolish'd the right arm Of his own country.

I am as comfortless as a pilgrim with peas in his shoes - and as cold as Charity, Chastity or any other Virtue.

Sunset and evening star, And one clear call for me! And may there be no moaning of the bar When I put out to sea.

'Tis sweet to know there is an eye will mark our coming, and look brighter when we come.

Fare thee well, and if for ever Still for ever fare thee well.

All things human change.

Always laugh when you can; it is cheap medicine. Merriment is a philosophy not well understood. It is the sunny side of existence.

Fools are my theme, let satire be my song.

Official truth is not actual truth.

Everyone's future is, in reality, uncertain and full of unknown treasures from which all may draw unguessed prizes.

I can't be anonymous by reason of your confounded photographs. (To Julia Margaret Cameron)

Character must be kept bright as well as clean.

Lyrical lecture, word architecture, Rap director, the best in my sector. Microphone cool chief, releasin the smooth speech... I get nasty with a pen and some loose leaf.

Men think highly of those who rise rapidly in the world; whereas nothing rises quicker than dust, straw, and feathers.

Distrust those who love you extremely upon a slight acquaintance, and without any visible reason.

This barren verbiage, current among men, Light coin, the tinsel clink of compliment.

Why can't the world be simpler, like it is for guinea pigs? They only have a few rules: Crying will get you attention. If it fits in your mouth, it's food. Scream if you don't get your share.

By blood a king, in heart a clown.

The most natural beauty in the world is honesty and moral truth. For all beauty is truth.

A hunted man sometimes wearies of distrust and longs for friendship.

Gone, glimmering through the dream of things that were.

Guard your roving thoughts with a jealous care, for speech is but the dialer of thoughts, and every fool can plainly read in your words what is the hour of your thoughts.

Yes, love indeed is light from heaven; A spark of that immortal fire with angels shared, by Allah given to lift from earth our low desire.

And the commencement of atonement is the sense of its necessity.

Speak of the moderns without contempt and of the ancients without idolatry; judge them all by their merits, but not by their age

How dull it is to pause, to make an end, to rust unburnished, not to shine in use! As though to breathe were life.

Dim with the mist of years, gray flits the shade of power.

Vice, in its true light, is so deformed, that it shocks us at first sight; and would hardly ever seduce us, if it did not at first wear the mask of some virtue.

Absolute power can only be supported by error, ignorance and prejudice.

Pleasure is a necessary reciprocal. No one feels, who does not at the same time give it. To be pleased, one must please. What pleases you in others, will in general please them in you.

The world which credits what is done is cold to all that might have been.

Sweet is every sound, sweeter the voice, but every sound is sweet.

Farewell! if ever fondest prayer For other's weal avail'd on high, Mine will not all be lost in air, But waft thy name beyond the sky.

One of the pleasures of reading old letters is the knowledge that they need no answer.

But I had not quite fixed whether to make him [Don Juan] end in Hell-or in an unhappy marriage,-not knowing which would be the severest.

Break, break, break, On thy cold gray stones, oh sea! And I would that my tongue could utter The thoughts that arise in me.

He that wrongs his friend, wrongs himself more.

I awoke one morning and found myself famous.

...choosing words is harder than I thought.

I obeyed, but my crime was that I did not look obedient.