This batch of quotations I like comes from Lord Byron and Percy Shelley.
"Ambition was my idol, which was broken." -- Don Juan, Lord Byron
"What is the end of fame? 'tis but to fill
A certain portion of uncertain paper:" -- Don Juan, Lord Byron
"But I, being fond of true philosophy,
___Say very often to myself, "Alas!"
All things that have been born were born to die,
___And flesh (which Death mows down to hay) is grass,
You've pass'd your youth not so unpleasantly,
___And if you had it o'er again - 'twould pass -
So thank your stars that matters are no worse,
And read your Bible, sir, and mind your purse." -- Don Juan, Lord Byron
"Go, little book, from this my solitude!
___I cast thee on the waters, go thy ways!
And if, as I believe, thy vein be good,
___The world will find thee after many days." -- Don Juan, Lord Byron
"A dream has power to poison sleep;
... One wandering thought pollutes the day;" -- Mutability, Percy Shelley
"Man's yesterday may ne'er be like his morrow;" -- Mutability, Percy Shelley
"A city of death, distinct with many a tower
And wall impregnable of beaming ice.
Yet not a city, but a flood of ruin
Is there" -- Mont Blanc, Percy Shelley
"This dim vast vale of tears, vacant and desolate?
___Ask why the sunlight not forever
___Weaves rainbows o'er yon mountain river," -- Hymn to Intellectual Beauty, Percy Shelley
"Remain the records of their vain endeavour,
___... From all we hear and all we see,
___Doubt, chance, and mutability." -- Hymn to Intellectual Beauty, Percy Shelley
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