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Quotes by S. R. B. Sheridan
Steal! to be sure they may; and egad, serve your best thoughts as gypsies do stolen children, disfigure them to make 'em pass for their own.— filed under Plagiarism
This bottle's the sun of our table, His beams are rosy wine; We planets that are not able Without his help to shine. и.— filed under Drinking
An oyster may be crossed in love! Who says A whale's a bird?-Ha! did you call my love?- He's here! he's there! he's everywhere! Ah me! he's nowhere! S.— filed under Eating
An unforgiving eye, and a damned disinheriting countenance. C.— filed under Face
Had I a heart for falsehood framed. I ne'er could injure you.— filed under Falsehood
You are not like Cerberus, three gentlemen at once, are you?— filed under Gifts
Certainly nothing is unnatural that is not physically impossible.— filed under Independence
I would by no means wish a daughter of mine to be a progeny of learning.— filed under Leisure
A circulating library in a town is as an evergreen tree of diabolical knowledge.— filed under Libraries
Egad, I think the interpreter is the hardest to be understood of the two!— filed under Linguists
The Right Honorable gentleman is indebted to his memory for his jests and to his imagination for his facts.— filed under Memory
Darkness is fled. Now, flowers unfold their beauties to the sun, And, blushing, kiss the beam he sends to wake them. C.— filed under Morning
Certainly nothing is unnatural that is not physically impossible.— filed under Nature
The newspapers! Sir, they are the most villanous-licentious-abominable-infernal -not that I ever read them-no-I make it a rule never to look into a newspaper.— filed under Occupations-Journalism
And must we part? Well, if we must-we must-and in that case The less is said the better. C.— filed under Parting
"You write with ease, to show your breeding, But easy writing's curst hard reading."— filed under Perception
Soft pity never leaves the gentle breast Where love has been received a welcome guest.— filed under Pity
I ne'er could any lustre see In eyes that would not look on me; I ne'er saw nectar on a lip But where my own did hope to sip.— filed under Possession
The quarrel is a very pretty quarrel as it stands; we should only spoil it by trying to explain it.— filed under Quotation
Here's to the maiden of bashful fifteen. Here's to the widow of fifty; Here's to the flaunting, extravagant quean; that's thrifty - . And here's to the housewife that's thrifty. Chorus: Let the toast pass, Drink to the lass, I'll warrant she'll prove an excuse for the glass.— filed under To-Day
One moral's plain, *** without more fuss ; Man's social happiness all rests on us : Through all the drama-whether damn'd or not- Love gilds the scene, and women guide the plot.— filed under Woman
the Washington Centennial Service in St. Paul's Chapel, New York. Apr. 30, 1889. Our ancestors are very good kind of folks; but they are the last people I should choose to have a visiting acquaintance with.— filed under Ancestry
You shall see them on a beautiful quarto page, where a neat rivulet of text shall meander through a meadow of margin.— filed under Books
I'm called away by particular business. But I leave my character behind me.— filed under Character
I own the soft impeachment.— filed under Confession
That's too civil by half.— filed under Covetousness
My valor is certainly going!-it is sneaking off!-I feel it oozing out, as it were, at the palms of my hands.— filed under Creation
While his off-heel, insidiously aside, Provokes the caper which he seems to chide.— filed under Dancing
Inconsolable to the minuet in Ariadne!— filed under Despair
Fortune, my friend, I've often thought, Is weak, if Art assist her not: So equally all Arts are vain, If Fortune help them not again.— filed under Fortune