Robert Southey

The loss of a friend is like that of a limb; time may heal the anguish of the wound, but the loss cannot be repaired.

Not where I breathe, but where I love, I live; Not where I love, but where I am, I die.

What will not woman, gentle woman dare; when strong affection stirs her spirit up?

Falsehood is cowardice, the truth courage.

God knows we are subtle creatures who are more than able to use candour to avoid acknowledging our deceptions of others and ourselves.

A myth is a lie that conceals or reveals a truth. But if it reveals even a strand of history or truth, that's what gets my adrenaline going.