C.N. Douglas, comp. Forty Thousand Quotations: Prose and Poetical. 1917.
Bliss
The bliss that can be told is but half-bliss.
Bulwer-Lytton.
And for our country ’tis a bliss to die.
Homer.
Every one speaks of it,—who has known it?
Mme. Necker.
Pure felicity is reserved for the heavenly life; it grows not in an earthly soil.
Chapin.
Who falls from all he knows of bliss, cares little into what abyss.
Byron.
Quarles.
Pope.
Though duller thoughts succeed, the bliss e’en of a moment still is bliss.
Joanna Baillie.
Goldsmith.
Cowper.
We may anticipate bliss but who ever drank of that enchanted cup unalloyed?
Colton.
Pope.
Thomson.
The happiest woman sees not gladness alone reflected from her mirror; its surface will inevitably be sometimes dimmed with sighs.
Mme. Louise Colet.
Lord Lyttleton.
Montgomery.