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Men of genius are often dull and inert in society, as the blazing meteor when it descends to earth is only a stone.

I have an education degree from the University of Minnesota, and I was a teacher for about a minute.

Lope Félix de Vega Carpio nació el 25 de noviembre de 1562, en Madrid, en la Puerta de Guadalajara (parte de la calle Mayor comprendida entre la Cava de San Miguel y la calle de Milaneses) y fué bautizado el 6 del siguiente diciembre en la hoy desaparecida parroquia de San Miguel de los Octoes.

It's not that serious I never put that much thought into us It wasn't that I loved you I was curious

Testosterone overload?" Merinus gave an unladylike grunt. "More like asshole overload if you ask me.

My money's on the lady," he drawled. "You don't tame a vixen, you just travel in her wake.

I talk nonsense at times, because sense is monotonous.

I am afraid you will forgive the length neither of my letter nor of my silence, and will be as much bored by the silver of the one as by the golden of the other.

It must be confessed, however, that sentiment is the charm, as it always is the affection of mediocrity, which, without it, would often be insufferable, and yet with it, is as often ridiculous.

I want to be vigilant not to resent, but to pursue the work of disarming resentment.

Oh, for a forty-parson power to chant Thy praise, Hypocrisy! Oh, for a hymn Loud as the virtues thou dost loudly vaunt, Not practise!

There's naught, no doubt, so much the spirit calms as rum and true religion.

Though sages may pour out their wisdom's treasure, there is no sterner moralist than pleasure.

I have no consistency, except in politics and that probably arises from my indifference to the subject altogether.

Society is now one polished horde, formed of two mighty tries, the Bores and Bored.

Fools are my theme, let satire be my song.

Society is now one polish'd horde, Form'd of two mighty tribes, the Bores and Bored.

That prose is a verse, and verse is a prose; convincing all, by demonstrating plain – poetic souls delight in prose insane

In vain!—As fall the dews on quenchless sands, Blood only serves to wash Ambition's hands!

If I am a fool, it is, at least, a doubting one; and I envy no one the certainty of his self-approved wisdom.

He was the mildest manner'd man / That ever scuttled ship or cut a throat.

The Scene of the Drama is amongst the Higher Alps — partly in the Castle of Manfred, and partly in the Mountains

Eternal Spirit of the chainless Mind! Brightest in dungeons, Liberty! thou art, For there thy habitation is the heart—

The rhyme obliges me to this; sometimes Monarchs are less imperative than rhymes)