A poet is a painter in his way, he draws to the life, but in another kind; we draw the nobler part, the soul and the mind; the pictures of the pen shall outlast those of the pencil, and even… — Aphra Behn Copy Share Image
All I ask, is the privilege for my masculine part the poet in me.... If I must not, because of my sex, have this freedom... I lay down my quill and you shall hear no more of me. — Aphra Behn Copy Share Image
Each moment of the happy lover's hour is worth an age of dull and common life. - — Aphra Behn Copy Share Image
“This old dead hero had one only daughter left of his race; a beauty that, to describe her truly, one need say only, she… — Aphra Behn Copy Share Image
Women in London are like the rich silks; they are out of fashion a great while before they wear out. — Aphra Behn Copy Share Image
“That perfect tranquility of life, which is nowhere to be found but in retreat, a faithful friend and a good library.” — Aphra Behn Copy Share Image
Sure, I rose the wrong way today, I have had such damn'd ill luck every way. — Aphra Behn Copy Share Image
He that knew all that learning ever writ, Knew only this - that he knew nothing yet. — Aphra Behn Copy Share Image
