There is no patriotic art and no patriotic science.
Dead men have no victory.
Fishes live in the sea, as men do a-land; the great ones eat up the little ones.
Books are but waste paper unless we spend in action the wisdom we get from thought - asleep. When we are weary of the living, we may repair to the dead, who have nothing of peevishness, pride, or design in their conversation.
There speaks the man of truly noble ways, Who will not listen to the words of praise. In modesty averse, and with deaf ears, He acts as though the others were his peers.
Conscience is a thousand swords.
The eye doesn't see any shapes, it sees only what is differentiated through light and dark or through colors.
There is always something infinitely mean about other people's tragedies.
I do beseech you- Though I perchance am vicious in my guess , that your wisdom yet From one that so imperfectly conjects Would take no notice, nor build yourself a trouble Out of his scattering and unsure observance.
If youth is a fault, it is one that one gets rid of soon enough.
We must not hope to be mowers, And to gather the ripe gold ears, Unless we have first been sowers And water the furrows with tears. It is not just as we take it, This mystical world of ours, Life's field will yield as we make it A harvest of thorns or of flowers.
It makes no good to point the failures out without showing at the same time the remedy to address them.
A man who has no office to go, to I don't care who he is, is a trial of which you can have no conception.
Literature is always personal, always one man's vision of the world, one man's experience, and it can only be popular when men are ready to welcome the visions of others.
Is it life, I ask, is it even prudence, To bore thyself and bore the students?
Grant me an old man's frenzy, Myself must I remake Till I am Timon and Lear Or that William Blake Who beat upon the wall Till Truth obeyed his call.
My hounds are bred out of the Spartan kind; So flew'd, so sanded; their heads are hung with ears that sweep away the morning dew.
You sometimes have to answer a woman according to her womanliness, just as you have to answer a fool according to his folly.
And all this day an unaccustomed spirit lifts me above the ground with cheerful thoughts.
For the pre-Darwinian age had come to be regarded as a Dark Age in which men still believed that the book of Genesis was a standard scientific treatise, and that the only additions to it were Galileo'a demonstration of Leonardo da Vinci's simple remark that the earth is a moon of the sun, Sir Humphrey Davy's invention of the safety lamp, the discovery of electricity, the application of steam to industrial purposes, and the penny post.
It is wise to withhold one's heart and mind from men who think themselves superior.
Those who have no hope for a future life are already dead for the present one.
Hope and Memory have one daughter and her name is Art, and she has built her dwelling far from the desperate field where men hang out their garments upon forked boughs to be banners of battle. O beloved daughter of Hope and Memory, be with me for a while.
Who longs in solitude to live, Ah! soon his wish will gain: Men hope and love, men get and give, and leave him to his pain.
Because of something told under the famished hornOf the hunter's moon, that hung between the night and the day,To dream of women whose beauty was folded in dismay,Even in an old story, is a burden not to be borne.
Women are tenacious, and all of them should be tenacious of respect; without esteem they cannot exist; esteem is the first demand that they make of love.
Every fair from fair sometime declines
Ah! The strength of women comes from the fact that psychology cannot explain us. Men can be analyzed, women...merely adored.
If music be the food of love, play on, Give me excess of it; that surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die.
I am joined with no foot land-rakers, no long-staff, sixpenny strikers, none of these mad, mustachio purple-hued maltworms, but with nobility and tranquillity.
Hate pollutes the mind.
Do not forget that small daily actions do or undo character.
Socialism, reduced to its simplest legal and practical expression, means the complete discarding of the institution of private property by transforming it into public property, and the division of the resultant public income equally and indiscriminately among the entire population.
A red rose is not selfish because it wants to be a red rose. It would be horribly selfish if it wanted all the other flowers in the garden to be both red and roses.
Beauty is a primeval phenomenon, which itself never makes its appearance, but the reflection of which is visible in a thousand different utterances of the creative mind, and is as various as nature herself.
The hero draws inspiration from the virtue of his ancestors.
It would leave no room for developments and I intend to develop in many directions.
With freedom, books, flowers, and the moon, who could not be happy?
Nothing worth knowing can be taught.
Lovers can do their amorous rites by their own beauties
Success does not consist in never making mistakes but in never making the same one a second time.
Painting isn't made for the decoration of apartments; it is a weapon to be used offensively and defensively against the enemy.
So we grew together like to a double cherry, seeming parted, but yet an union in partition, two lovely berries molded on one stem.
I love thee so, that, maugre all thy pride,Nor wit nor reason can my passion hide.Do not extort thy reasons from this clause,For that I woo, thou therefore hast no causeBut rather reason thus with reason fetter,Love sought is good, but given unsought better.
And thence from Athens turn away our eyes To seek new friends and stranger companies.
And future deeds crowded round us as the countless stars in the night.[Ger., Und kunftige Thaten drangen wie die SterneRings um uns her unzahlig aus der Nacht.]
Don't waste your love on somebody, who doesn't value it.
Disciples be damned. It's not interesting. It's only the masters that matter. Those who create.
An index is a great leveller.
As true as steel, as plantage to the moon,As sun to day, at turtle to her mate,As iron to adamant, as earth to centre.
Keep not standing fixed and rooted. Briskly venture, briskly roam.
Some of the wildest men make the best pets.
If we all said to people's faces what we say behind one another's backs, society would be impossible.
Ambition's debt is paid.
I stand for judgment: answer: shall I have it?
Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more; Or close the wall with our English dead.
Of chastity, the ornaments are chaste.
Winter, which, being full of care, makes summer's welcome thrice more wish'd, more rare.
A pessimist is somebody who complains about the noise when opportunity knocks.
... justice is mercy's highest self.
