Amidst one's daily clutter, one doesn't usually reflect on…

The everlasting universe of things Flows through the mind, and rolls its rapid waves, Now dark--now glittering--now reflecting gloom-- Now lending splendour, where from…

— Percy Bysshe Shelley

Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower.

— William Wordsworth

“Celebrate the varied splendour in this world, and remind yourself that it can also be found in you.”

— Dr Salma Farook

A transition from an author's book to his conversation is too often like an entrance into a large city, after a distant prospect. Remotely,…

— Samuel Johnson

There are many images and realities of what women are, become, can be - strong, vulnerable, dogged, determined, frail, brave, courageous. The faces of…

— Jocelynne Scutt

And in any case, to the old man, when the world becomes trite, the triteness arises not so much from a cessation as from…

— Alexander Smith

Alas, day, you brought light, You trailed splendour You showed us god: I salute you, most precious one, But I go to a new…

— Hilda Doolittle

The creatures with whom we share the planet and whom, in our arrogance, we wrongly patronize for being lesser forms, they are not brethren,…

— Henry Beston

The great end of prudence is to give cheerfulness to those hours which splendour cannot gild, and acclamation cannot exhilarate; those soft intervals of…

— Samuel Johnson

Not to discriminate every moment some passionate attitude in those about us, and in the very brilliancy of their gifts some tragic dividing of…

— Walter Pater

Did I ever tell you,’ said Lymond pausing on the afterthought, on his way to the flap, ‘that that aunt of mine once hatched…

— Dorothy Dunnett

At a time when it's possible for thirty people to stand on the top of Everest in one day, Antarctica still remains a remote,…

— David Attenborough

“She reads. She reads. She reads words of splendour to comfort her soul.”

— Leila Hussein

The beauteous dragonfly's dancing By the waves of the rivulet glancing; She dances here and she dances there, The glimmering, glittering flutterer fair. Full…

— Heinrich Heine

One often reads that the 1950s was the golden age of Cuban music, but it was really one long phase, from 1937 to 1958,…

— Ned Sublette