Quote by Herbert Beerbohm Tree Download Open image “He is an old bore. Even the grave yawns for him.” — Herbert Beerbohm Tree ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 3.9 out of 5 (5 ratings) Copy quoteShare
There did he sit shrivelled in his chimney corner, fretting on account of his weak legs, world weary, will weary, and one day he… — Friedrich Nietzsche Copy Share Image
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His whole being radiates a pure, wild sweetness, flitting through night woods with little melodious cries, on some cryptic errand. There is also an… — William S. Burroughs Copy Share Image
“He got to his feet and stumbled away from the stench of his vomit, making his way through this graveyard of old glories, heading… — Clive Barker Copy Share Image
Breathes there the man, with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land! Whose heart hath… — Walter Scott Copy Share Image
Shame on the man who goes to his grave escorted by the miserable hopes that have kept him alive. — Anonymous Copy Share Image
He makes a very handsome corpse and becomes his coffin prodigiously. — Oliver Goldsmith Copy Share Image
“These are the pale deaths which men miscall their lives: for all the scents of green things growing, each breath is but an exhalation… — Stephen R. Donaldson Copy Share Image
“He does not listen for an answer, but yawns, his face opening lewdly upon regions compared with which nudity becomes a milliner's invention.” — Mervyn Peake Copy Share Image
“The dead are likely dull fellows, full of tedious complaints—the ground’s too cold, my gravestone should be larger, why does he get more worms… — George R.R. Martin Copy Share Image
“A warm flow of pain was gradually replacing the ice and wood of the anaesthetic in his thawing, still half-dead, abominably martyred mouth. After… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
People are too apt to treat God as if he were a minor royalty. — Herbert Beerbohm Tree Copy Share Image
She kissed her way into society. I don't like her. But don't misunderstand me: my dislike is purely platonic. — Herbert Beerbohm Tree Copy Share Image
The national sport of England is obstacle-racing. People fill their rooms with useless and cumbersome furniture, and spend the rest of their lives in… — Herbert Beerbohm Tree Copy Share Image
When I pass my name in such large letters I blush, but at the same time instinctively raise my hat. — Herbert Beerbohm Tree Copy Share Image
A committee should consist of three men, two of whom are absent. — Herbert Beerbohm Tree Copy Share Image
Sirs, I have tested your machine. It adds a new terror to life and makes death a long-felt want. — Herbert Beerbohm Tree Copy Share Image
Never say a humorous thing to a man who does not possess humour: he will always use it in evidence against you. — Herbert Beerbohm Tree Copy Share Image
A man never knows what a fool he is until he hears himself imitated by one. — Herbert Beerbohm Tree Copy Share Image
I was born old and get younger every day. At present I am sixty years young. — Herbert Beerbohm Tree Copy Share Image
