Edward George Earle Lytton Bulwer

A man who has no excuse for a crime, is indeed defenceless!

A man who has no excuse for a crime, is indeed defenceless!

We call some books immortal! Do they live?
If so, believe me, Time hath made them pure.
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We call some books immortal! Do they live?
If so, believe me, Time hath made them pure.
In Books, the veriest wicked rest in peace.

Arm thyself for the truth!

Arm thyself for the truth!

Two lives that once part, are as ships that divide
When, moment on moment, there rushes between
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Two lives that once part, are as ships that divide
When, moment on moment, there rushes between
The one and the other, a sea;--
Ah, never can fall from the days that have been
A gleam on the years that shall be!

Dear Land to which Desire forever flees;
Time doth no present to our grasp allow,
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Dear Land to which Desire forever flees;
Time doth no present to our grasp allow,
Say in the fixed Eternal shall we seize
At last the fleeting Now?