Emotions and Feelings

Pussy said to the Owl, ‘You elegant fowl!

‘How pleasant to know Mr Lear!’

The Owl and the Pussy-Cat went to sea

Far and few, far and few,

There was an old man of Thermopylae,

On the coast of Coromandel

The Dong with a luminous nose.

There was an Old Man with a beard,

Who, or why, or which, or what,

Man hands on misery to man.

Why should I let the toad work

They fuck you up, your mum and dad.

Life is first boredom, then fear.

Life is first boredom, then fear.

The greatest pleasure I know, is to do a good action by stealth, and to have it found out by accident.

When my sonnet was rejected, I exclaimed,

Nothing puzzles me more than time and space; and yet nothing troubles me less, as I never think about them.

I have had playmates, I have had companions,

[A pun] is a pistol let off at the ear; not a feather to tickle the intellect.

Your borrowers of books —those mutilators of collections, spoilers of the symmetry of shelves, and creators of odd volumes.

Presents, I often say, endear Absents.

Le commencement et le déclin de l’amour se font sentir par l’embarras où l’on est de se trouver seuls.

Il faut rire avant que d’être heureux, de peur de mourir sans avoir ri.

Il faut rire avant que d’être heureux, de peur de mourir sans avoir ri.