However we pass Time, he passes still, Passing away whatever the pastime, And, whether we use him well or ill, Some day he gives us the slip for the last time. — Robert Bulwer-Lytton, 1st Earl of Lytton Copy Share Image
There's a moment when all would go smooth and even, If only the dead could find out when To come back, and be forgiven. — Robert Bulwer-Lytton, 1st Earl of Lytton Copy Share Image
We gain justice, judgment, with years, or else years are in vain. — Robert Bulwer-Lytton, 1st Earl of Lytton Copy Share Image
We are our own fates.- Our deeds are our own doomsmen.- Man's life was made not for creeds but actions. — Robert Bulwer-Lytton, 1st Earl of Lytton Copy Share
Sorrows humanize our race; tears are the showers that fertilize the world. — Robert Bulwer-Lytton, 1st Earl of Lytton Copy Share Image
The world is a nettle; disturb it, it stings. Grasp it firmly, it stings not. — Robert Bulwer-Lytton, 1st Earl of Lytton Copy Share Image
There is a pleasure that is born of pain. — Robert Bulwer-Lytton, 1st Earl of Lytton Copy Share Image
When time is flown, how it fled It is better neither to ask nor tell, Leave the dead moments to bury their dead. — Robert Bulwer-Lytton, 1st Earl of Lytton Copy Share Image
Art is Nature made by Man / To Man the interpreter of God. — Robert Bulwer-Lytton, 1st Earl of Lytton Copy Share Image
No life can be pure in its purpose, and strong in its strife, and all life not be purer and stronger thereby. — Robert Bulwer-Lytton, 1st Earl of Lytton Copy Share Image
