Quotes from Leigh Hunt

Great woman belong to history and to self sacrifice.

If you are ever at a loss to support a flagging conversation, introduce the subject of eating.

The person who can be only serious or only cheerful, is but half a man.

Poetry is the breath of beauty.

Oh for a seat in some poetic nook, Just hid with trees and sparkling with a brook!

Patience and gentleness is power.

Little eyes must be good-tempered or they are ruined. They have no other resource. But this will beautify them enough. They are made for laughing, and, should do their duty.

The groundwork of all happiness is health.

"Books ... books, ..." he exclaims. It is those that teach us to refine on our pleasures when young, and which, having so taught us, enable us to recall them with satisfaction when old.

The only place a new hat can be carried into with safety is a church, for there is plenty of room there.

It is books that teach us to refine our pleasures when young, and to recall them with satisfaction when we are old.

Colors are the smiles of nature.

There are two worlds: The world that we can measure with line and rule, and the world we feel with our hearts and imaginations.

Sympathizing and selfish people are alike, both given to tears.

There seems a life in hair, though it be dead.

The perfection of conversational intercourse is when the breeding of high life is animated by the fervor of genius.

If you are melancholy for the first time, you will find, upon a little inquiry, that others have been melancholy many times, and yet are cheerful now.

Christmas is the glorious time of great Too-Much.

Traveling in the company of those we love is home in motion.

There are two worlds: the world we can measure with line and rule, and the world that we feel with our hearts and imagination.

If you ever have to support a flagging conversation, introduce the topic of eating.

If you become a Nun, dear, The bishop Love will be; The Cupids every one, dear! Will chant-'We trust in thee!'

We are violets blue, For our sweetness found Careless in the mossy shades, Looking on the ground. Love's dropp'd eyelids and a kiss,-- Such our breath and blueness is.

Those who have lost an infant are never, in a way, without an infant.