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?

Deep down, there is in the substance of the cosmos a primordial disposition, sui generis, for self-arrangement and self-involution.

If my house was on fire, I can't compromise about which part of the house I'm going to save. You save the whole house or it will all burn down. We either save this country or we do not.

I find that often, room service menus are highly condensed. They tend to be a little bit fast food-oriented, even at the finest hotels.