SundayDec 21, 2025
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An acre in Middlesex is better than a principality in Utopia.
The sweeter sound of woman's praise.
She [the Roman Catholic Church] may still exist in undiminished vigour when some traveller from New Zealand shall, in the midst of a vast solitude, take his stand on a broken arch of London Bridge to sketch the ruins of St. Paul's.
In that temple of silence and reconciliation where the enmities of twenty generations lie buried, in the great Abbey which has during many ages afforded a quiet resting-place to those whose minds and bodies have been shattered by the contentions of the Great Hall.
How well Horatius kept the bridge In the brave days of old.
In order that he might rob a neighbour whom he had promised to defend, black men fought on the coast of Coromandel and red men scalped each other by the great lakes of North America.
From the poetry of Lord Byron they drew a system of ethics compounded of misanthropy and voluptuousness,a system in which the two great commandments were to hate your neighbour and to love your neighbour's wife.
That wonderful book, while it obtains admiration from the most fastidious critics, is loved by those who are too simple to admire it.
We see no reason for thinking that the opinions of the magistrate on speculative questions are more likely to be right than those of any other man. None of the modes by which a magistrate is appointed, popular election, the accident of the lot, or the accident of birth, affords, as far as we can perceive, much security for his being wiser than any of his neighbors. The chance of his being wiser than all his neighbors together is still smaller.
The chief-justice was rich, quiet, and infamous.
Temple was a man of the world amongst men of letters, a man of letters amongst men of the world.
The English Bible,a book which if everything else in our language should perish, would alone suffice to show the whole extent of its beauty and power.
A man possessed of splendid talents, which he often abused, and of a sound judgment, the admonitions of which he often neglected; a man who succeeded only in an inferior department of his art, but who in that department succeeded pre-eminently.
The conformation of his mind was such that whatever was little seemed to him great, and whatever was great seemed to him little.
We hardly know an instance of the strength and weakness of human nature so striking and so grotesque as the character of this haughty, vigilant, resolute, sagacious blue-stocking, half Mithridates and half Trissotin, bearing up against a world in arms, with an ounce of poison in one pocket and a quire of bad verses in the other.
Nobles by the right of an earlier creation, and priests by the imposition of a mightier hand.
We know no spectacle so ridiculous as the British public in one of its periodic fits of morality.
Out of his surname they have coined an epithet for a knave, and out of his Christian name a synonym for the Devil.
Our judgment ripens; our imagination decays. We cannot at once enjoy the flowers of the Spring of life and the fruits of its Autumn.
The highest intellects, like the tops of mountains, are the first to catch and to reflect the dawn.
Wherever literature consoles sorrow or assuages pain; wherever it brings gladness to eyes which fail with wakefulness and tears, and ache for the dark house and the long sleep,there is exhibited in its noblest form the immortal influence of Athens.
His imagination resembled the wings of an ostrich. It enabled him to run, though not to soar.
What a singular destiny has been that of this remarkable man!To be regarded in his own age as a classic, and in ours as a companion! To receive from his contemporaries that full homage which men of genius have in general received only from posterity; to be more intimately known to posterity than other men are known to their contemporaries!
The history of nations, in the sense in which I use the word, is often best studied in works not professedly historical.
He had a head which statuaries loved to copy, and a foot the deformity of which the beggars in the streets mimicked.
These be the great Twin Brethren To whom the Dorians pray.
Our rulers will best promote the improvement of the nation by strictly confining themselves to their own legitimate duties, by leaving capital to find its most lucrative course, commodities their fair price, industry and intelligence their natural reward, idleness and folly their natural punishment, by maintaining peace, by defending property, by diminishing the price of law, and by observing strict economy in every department of the state. Let the Government do this: the People will assuredly do the rest.
That is the best government which desires to make the people happy, and knows how to make them happy.
The business of everybody is the business of nobody.
There were gentlemen and there were seamen in the navy of Charles II. But the seamen were not gentlemen, and the gentlemen were not seamen.
We hold that the most wonderful and splendid proof of genius is a great poem produced in a civilized age.
Many politicians lay it down as a self-evident proposition that no people ought to be free till they are fit to use their freedom. The maxim is worthy of the fool in the old story, who resolved not to go into the water till he had learned to swim.
Free trade, one of the greatest blessings which a government can confer on a people, is in almost every country unpopular.
It is possible to be below flattery as well as above it.
I have not the Chancellor's encyclopedic mind. He is indeed a kind of semi-Solomon. He half knows everything, from the cedar to the hyssop.
It is the nature of man to overrate present evil and to underrate present good; to long for what he has not, and to be dissatisfied with what he has.
Men are never so likely to settle a question rightly as when they discuss it freely.
Ye diners-out from whom we guard our spoons.
To every man upon this earth Death cometh soon or late; And how can man die better Than facing fearful odds For the ashes of his fathers And the temples of his gods?
Re: Robert Montgomerys Poems His writing bears the same relation to poetry which a Turkey carpet bears to a picture. There are colours in the Turkey carpet out of which a picture might be made. There are words in Mr. Montgomerys writing which, when disposed in certain orders and combinations,have made, and will make again, good poetry. But, as they now stand, they seem to be put together on principle in such a manner as to give no image of anything in the heavens above, or in the earth beneath, or in the waters under the earth.
The Life of Johnson is assuredly a great, a very great work. Homer is not more decidedly the first of heroic poets. Shakespeare is not more decidedly the first of dramatists, Demosthenes is not more decidedly the first of orators, than Boswell is the first of biographers. He has no second.
I shall cheerfully bear the reproach of having descended below the dignity of history.
Ambrose Phillips ... who had the honor of bringing into fashion a species of composition which has been called, after his name, Namby Pamby.
The knowledge of the theory of logic has no tendency whatever to make men good reasoners.
Nothing is so useless as a general maxim.
By poetry we mean the art of employing words in such a manner as to produce an illusion on the imagination; the art of doing by means of words, what the painter does by means of colors.
Cunning is the natural and universal defense of the weak Against the violence of the strong.
Every generation enjoys the use of a vast hoard bequeathed to it by antiquity, and transmits that hoard, augmented By fresh acquisitions, to future ages.
The essence of war is violence.
Lars Porsena of Clusium By the nine gods he swore That the great house of Tarquin Should suffer wrong no more.
The measure of a man's real character is what he would do if he knew he would never be found out.
The object of oratory is not truth but persuasion.
And even the ranks of Tuscany Could scarce forbear to cheer.
But those behind cried 'Forward!' And those before cried 'Back!'.
Perhaps no person can be a poet, or can even enjoy poetry, without a certain unsoundness of mind.
The Puritan hated bear-baiting, not because it gave pain to the bear, but because it gave pleasure to the spectators.
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