John Oliver Hobbes

An enemy's praise heralds all treachery, And grows the sweeter as revenge looks surer!

Ah, it is silliness to pass a wolf because one is hunting foxes.

Not all are blind that feel the scourge of love.

... unimaginable moments lack Th' appropriate language we would give to them. For daily talk and excellent occasions There is a stock of sentiments all wound Like skeins of wool around our tongues. We hold them Deliciously tinged for every …

... I had rather sleep and eat and dance Than hear a nightingale any day o' the week!

... political reputations are made by saying what you think, and they are kept by saying what you don't think!

Reason! A fool can give more reasons for his folly than a saint can urge for his wisdom. We have five senses, but only one conscience. That explains everything. The game is unequal.

The wisest are those who can best adjust their disadvantages.

If women thought less of their own souls and more about men's tempers, marriage wouldn't he what it is.

... every man is practically three men. There is the man you know before he proposes: there is the man you have accepted: there is the man you have married.

What a man has done bores everybody, but what he is going to do is always delightful.

My dear, a man with a career can have no time to waste upon his wife or his friends—he has to devote himself wholly to his enemies!

: I'd rather be ruled by a liver than by love! : A liver lasts longer!

Marriage is like a good pie spoilt in the baking. Everything is admirable except the result! It is very heavy... very, very heavy!

Women may be whole oceans deeper than we are, but they are also a whole paradise better. She may have got us out of Eden, but as a compensation she makes the earth very pleasant.

Those who have made unhappy marriages walk on stilts, while the happy ones are on a level with the crowd. No one sees 'em!

To die for one's great ideas is glorious—and easy. The horror is to outlive them. That is our worst capability.

Dearest, every man—even the most cynical—has one enthusiasm—he is earnest about some one thing; the all-round trifler does not exist. If there is a skeleton—there is also an idol in the cupboard!

Faults! I adore faults! I can never find too many in any creature.

... entertainment for entertainment's sake is the most expensive form of death ...

Disillusions all come from within...from the failure of some dear and secret hope. The world makes no promises; we only dream it does; and when we wake, we cry!

Disappointments—like fate and love—will not bear to be too much talked about.

It is our imagination, not our conscience, which makes us better than the beasts of the field.

What is beautiful is right: what is unbeautiful is wrong.