Throughout the whole vegetable, sensible, and rational world, whatever makes progress towards maturity, as soon as it has passed that point, begins to verge towards decay.
Quote by Robert Blair
Robert Blair Quotes
Of joys departed, not to return, how painful the remembrance
How blunt are all the arrows of thy quiver in comparison with those of guilt.
Friendship! Mysterious cement of the soul, Sweet'ner of life, and solder of society.
Of joys departed, not to return, how painful the remembrance.
When it draws near to witching time of night.
The grave, dread thing! Men shiver when thou'rt named: Nature appalled, Shakes off her wonted...
Action, so to speak, is the genius of nature.
Affectation is certain deformity; by forming themselves on fantastic models, the young begin with being...
Its visits, like those of angels, short, and far between.