When with care we have raised an imaginary treasure of happiness, we find at last that the materials of the structure are frail and perishing, and the foundation itself is laid in the sand. — Samuel Rogers Copy Share Image
It doesn't much signify whom one marries, for one is sure to find next morning that it was someone else. — Samuel Rogers Copy Share
Lull'd in the countless chambers of the brain, Our thoughts are link'd by many a hidden chain; Awake but one, and lo, what myriads… — Samuel Rogers Copy Share
Go! you may call it madness, folly; You shall not chase my gloom away! There 's such a charm in melancholy I would not… — Samuel Rogers Copy Share
Women have the understanding of the heart, which is better than that of the head. — Samuel Rogers Copy Share
I am in Rome! Oft as the morning ray Visits these eyes, waking at once I cry, Whence this excess of joy? What has… — Samuel Rogers Copy Share
Sweet memory, wafted by the gentle gale, Oft up the stream of Time I turn my sail, To view the fairy haunts of long-lost… — Samuel Rogers Copy Share
The soul of music slumbers in the shell Till waked and kindled by the master's spell; And feeling hearts, touch them but rightly, pour… — Samuel Rogers Copy Share
Sweet Memory! wafted by thy gentle gale, Oft up the stream of Time I turn my sail. — Samuel Rogers Copy Share
Paris strikes the vulgar part of us infinitely the most, but to a thinking mind London is incomparably the most delightful subject for contemplation. — Samuel Rogers Copy Share
