A fastidious taste is like a squeamish appetite; the one has its origin in some disease of the mind, as the other has in some ailment of the stomach. — Robert Southey Copy Share Image
Some voluntary castaways there will always be, whom no fostering kindness and no parental care can preserve from self-destruction; but if any are lost… — Robert Southey Copy Share
It has been more wittily than charitably said that hell is paved with good intentions; they have their place in heaven also. — Robert Southey Copy Share
Order is the sanity of the mind, the health of the body, the peace of the city, the security of the state. As the… — Robert Southey Copy Share
Whatever strengthens our local attachments is favorable both to individual and national character, our home, our birthplace, our native land. Think for a while… — Robert Southey Copy Share
I have told you of the Spaniard who always put on his spectacles when about to eat cherries, that they might look bigger and… — Robert Southey Copy Share
My days among the dead are passed; Around me I behold, Where'er these casual eyes are cast, The mighty minds of old; My never-failing… — Robert Southey Copy Share
Love is indestructible. It's holy flame forever burneth; from Heaven it came, to Heaven returneth. — Robert Southey Copy Share
Live as long as you may, the first twenty years are the longest half of your life. They appear so while they are passing;… — Robert Southey Copy Share
Take away love, and not physical nature only, but the heart of the moral world, would be palsied. — Robert Southey Copy Share
The loss of a friend is like that of a limb; time may heal the anguish of the wound, but the loss cannot be… — Robert Southey Copy Share
Three things a wise man will not trust, The wind, the sunshine of an April day, And woman's plighted faith. — Robert Southey Copy Share
She comes majestic with her swelling sails, The gallant Ship: along her watery way, Homeward she drives before the favouring gales; Now flirting at… — Robert Southey Copy Share
A wise judge, by the craft of the law, was never seduced from its purpose. — Robert Southey Copy Share
Let us depart! the universal sun Confines not to one land his blessed beams; Nor is man rooted, like a tree, whose seed, the… — Robert Southey Copy Share
