Edward George Earle Lytton Bulwer

Come, Death, and snatch me from disgrace.

Come, Death, and snatch me from disgrace.

Whatever the number of a man's friends, there will be times in
his life when he has one too read more

Whatever the number of a man's friends, there will be times in
his life when he has one too few; but if he has only one enemy,
he is lucky indeed if he has not one too many.

He who writes prose builds his temple to Fame in rubble; he who
writes verses builds it in granite.
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He who writes prose builds his temple to Fame in rubble; he who
writes verses builds it in granite.
- Edward George Earle Lytton Bulwer-Lytton, first Baron Lytton,

Alone!--That worn-out word,
So idly spoken, and so coldly heard;
Yet all that poets sing, and grief read more

Alone!--That worn-out word,
So idly spoken, and so coldly heard;
Yet all that poets sing, and grief hath known,
Of hope laid waste, knells in that word--Alone!

Laws die, Books never.

Laws die, Books never.