Who can undo What time hath done? Who can win back the wind? Reckon lost music from a broken lute? Renew the redness of a last year's rose? Or dig the sunken sunset from the deep? — 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
