I like the immaterial world. I like to live among thoughts and images of the past and the possible, and even of the impossible, now and then. — Thomas Love Peacock Copy Share Image
Death comes to all. His cold and sapless hand Waves o'er the world, and beckons us away. Who shall resist the summons? — Thomas Love Peacock Copy Share Image
But though first love's impassioned blindness Has passed away in colder light, I still have thought of you with kindness, And shall do, till… — Thomas Love Peacock Copy Share Image
A book that furnishes no quotations is no book - it is a plaything. — Thomas Love Peacock Copy Share Image
Names are changed more readily than doctrines, and doctrines more readily than ceremonies. — Thomas Love Peacock Copy Share Image
“She discovered, when it was too late, that she had mistaken the means for the end—that riches, rightly used, are instruments of happiness, but… — Thomas Love Peacock Copy Share Image
Man yields to death; and man's sublimest works Must yield at length to Time. — Thomas Love Peacock Copy Share Image
When Scythrop grew up, he was sent, as usual, to a public school, where a little learning was painfully beaten into him, and from… — Thomas Love Peacock Copy Share Image
“He had some taste for romance reading before he went to the university, where, we must confess, in justice to his college, he was… — Thomas Love Peacock Copy Share Image
I like the immaterial world. I like to live among thoughts and images of the past and the possible, and even of the impossible,… — Thomas Love Peacock Copy Share Image
Marriage may often be a stormy lake, but celibacy is almost always a muddy horse pond. — Thomas Love Peacock Copy Share Image
“On the top of Cadair Idris, I felt how happy a man might be with a little money and a sane intellect, and reflected… — Thomas Love Peacock Copy Share Image
There are two reasons for drinking wine...when you are thirsty, to cure it; the other, when you are not thirsty, to prevent it... prevention… — Thomas Love Peacock Copy Share Image
In a bowl to sea went wise men three, On a brilliant night of June: They carried a net, and their hearts were set… — Thomas Love Peacock Copy Share Image
