So softly death succeeded life in her, She did but dream of heaven, and she was there.

Quote by John Dryden

Topics: Death Quotes

Dancing is the poetry of the foot.

Dancing is the poetry of the foot.

Tomorrow do thy worst, I have lived today.

Tomorrow do thy worst, I have lived today.

For Art may err, but Nature cannot miss.

For Art may err, but Nature cannot miss.

Love works a different way in different minds, the fool it enlightens and the wise...

Love works a different way in different minds, the fool it enlightens and the wise...

Bold knaves thrive without one grain of sense, but good men starve for want of...

Bold knaves thrive without one grain of sense, but good men starve for want of...

Forgiveness to the injured does belong; but they ne'er pardon who have done wrong.

Forgiveness to the injured does belong; but they ne'er pardon who have done wrong.

He has not learned the first lesson of life who does not every day surmount...

He has not learned the first lesson of life who does not every day surmount...

Dancing is the poetry of the foot.

Dancing is the poetry of the foot.

Reason is a crutch for age, but youth is strong enough to walk alone.

Reason is a crutch for age, but youth is strong enough to walk alone.

They can conquer who believe they can

They can conquer who believe they can

A knock-down argument; 'tis but a word and a blow.

A knock-down argument; 'tis but a word and a blow.

Honor is but an empty bubble.

Honor is but an empty bubble.

Only man clogs his happiness with care, destroying what is, with thoughts of what may...

Only man clogs his happiness with care, destroying what is, with thoughts of what may...

Look around the inhabited world; how few know their own good, or knowing it, pursue.

Look around the inhabited world; how few know their own good, or knowing it, pursue.

Words are but pictures of our thoughts.

Words are but pictures of our thoughts.

The intoxication of anger, like that of the grape, shows us to others, but hides...

The intoxication of anger, like that of the grape, shows us to others, but hides...

Criticism, as it was first instituted by Aristotle, was meant as a standard of judging...

Criticism, as it was first instituted by Aristotle, was meant as a standard of judging...

War is the trade of Kings.

War is the trade of Kings.

Jealousy is the jaundice of the soul.

Jealousy is the jaundice of the soul.

Fool that I was, upon my eagle's wings I bore this wren, till I was...

Fool that I was, upon my eagle's wings I bore this wren, till I was...