The rapturuous, wild, and ineffable pleasure of drinking at somebody else's expense Leigh Hunt More Quotes by Leigh Hunt More Quotes From Leigh Hunt Did you ever observe that immoderate laughter always ends in a sigh? Leigh Hunt sighlaughterends No wonder is greater than any other wonder, and if once explained ceases to be a wonder. Leigh Hunt greaterifswonder Light is, perhaps, the most wonderful of all visible things. Leigh Hunt visiblelightwonderful Hair is the most delicate and lasting of our materials, and survives us, like love. It is so light, so gentle; so escaping from the idea of death, that, with a lock of hair belonging to a child or friend, we may almost look up to heaven and compare notes with the angelic nature,--may almost say, "I have a piece of thee here not unworthy of thy being now. Leigh Hunt like-loveescapingchildren Words are often things also, and very precious, especially on the gravest occasions. Without "words," and the truth of things that is in them, what were we? Leigh Hunt occasions Mirth itself is too often but melancholy in disguise. Leigh Hunt mirthdisguisemelancholy We are slumberous poppies, Leigh Hunt seriousdreamsleep For the qualities of sheer wit and humor, Swift had no superior, ancient or modern. Leigh Hunt wit-and-humorancientquality I am persuaded there is no such thing after all as a perfect enjoyment of solitude; for the more delicious the solitude the more one wants a companion. Leigh Hunt solitudeperfectwant The drama is not a mere copy of nature, not a facsimile. It is the free running hand of genius, under the impression of its liveliest wit or most passionate impulses, a thousand times adorning or feeling all as it goes; and you must read it, as the healthy instinct of audiences almost always does, if the critics will let them alone, with a grain of allowance, and a tendency to go away with as much of it for use as is necessary, and the rest for the luxury of laughter, pity, or poetical admiration. Leigh Hunt laughterrunningdrama The last excessive feelings of delight are always grave. Leigh Hunt delightlastsfeelings Jenny kissed me when we met, Jumping from the chair she sat in; Time, you thief, who love to get Sweets into your list, put that in: Say I'm weary, say I'm sad, Say that health and wealth have missed me, Say I'm growing old, but add-- Jenny kissed me! Leigh Hunt kissingjumpingsweet Bread, milk and butter are of venerable antiquity. They taste of the morning of the world. Leigh Hunt foodmorningworld Christmas is the glorious time of great Too-Much. Leigh Hunt glorioustoo-muchchristmas Great women belong to history and to self-sacrifice, not to the annals of a stage, however dignified. Leigh Hunt sacrificegreatnessacceptance I loved my friend for his gentleness, his candor, his good repute, his freedom even from my own livelier manner, his calm and reasonable kindness. It was not any particular talent that attracted me to him, or i anything striking whatsoever. I should say in one word, it was his goodness. Leigh Hunt calmrealkindness With spots of sunny openings, and with nooks To lie and read in, sloping into brooks. Leigh Hunt sunnyspotslying I entrench myself in my books equally against sorrow and the weather. Leigh Hunt readingweatherbook Some tears belong to us because we are unfortunate; others, because we are humane; many, because we are mortal. But most are caused by our being unwise. It is these last only that of necessity produce more. Leigh Hunt producelaststears A pleasure so exquisite as almost to amount to pain. Leigh Hunt exquisitepleasurepain
