world is ruled by the subordinates, not by their chiefs. —Charles Buxton.
Authors.– Authors may be divided into falling stars, planets, and fixed stars: the first have a momentary effect. The second have a much longer duration. But the third are unchangeable, possess their own light, and work for all time. —Schopenhaufer.
Satire lies about men of letters during their lives, and eulogy after their death. —Voltaire.
It is commonly the personal character of a writer which gives him his public significance. It is not imparted by his genius. Napoleon said of Corneille, "Were he living I would make him a king;" but he did not read him. He read Racine, yet he said nothing of the kind of Racine. It is for the same reason that La Fontaine is held in such high esteem among the French. It is not for his worth as a poet, but for the greatness of his character which obtrudes in his writings. —Goethe.
Choose an author as you choose a friend. —Roscommon.
Herder and Schiller both in their youth intended to study as surgeons, but Destiny said: "No, there are deeper wounds than those of the body, – heal the deeper!" and they wrote. —Richter.
A woman who writes commits two sins: she increases the number of books, and decreases the number of women. —Alphonse Karr.
Thanks and honor to the glorious masters of the pen. —Hood.
The society of dead authors has this advantage over that of the living: they never flatter us to our faces, nor slander us behind our backs, nor intrude upon our privacy, nor quit their shelves until we take them down. —Colton.
Clear writers, like clear fountains, do not seem so deep as they are, the turbid looks most profound. —Landor.
When we look back upon human records, how the eye settles upon writers as the main landmarks of the past. —Bulwer-Lytton.
Autumn.– Season of mist and mellow fruitfulness. —Keats.
The Sabbath of the year. —Logan.
Avarice.– Though avarice will preserve a man from being necessitously poor, it generally makes him too timorous to be wealthy. —Thomas Paine.
Avarice is more unlovely than mischievous. —Landor.
The German poet observes that the Cow of Isis is to some the divine symbol of knowledge, to others but the milch cow, only regarded for the pounds of butter she will yield. O tendency of our age, to look on Isis as the milch cow! —Bulwer-Lytton.
Worse poison to men's souls, doing more murders in this loathsome world than any mortal drug. —Shakespeare.
Avarice is generally the last passion of those lives of which the first part has been squandered in pleasure, and the second devoted to ambition. He that sinks under the fatigue of getting wealth, lulls his age with the milder business of saving it. —Johnson.
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Babblers.– Who think too little, and who talk too much. —Dryden.
They always talk who never think. —Prior.
Talkers are no good doers. —Shakespeare.
Babe.– It is curious to see how a self-willed, haughty girl, who sets her father and mother and all at defiance, and can't be managed by anybody, at once finds her master in a baby. Her sister's child will strike the rock and set all her affections flowing. —Charles Buxton.
Bargain.– What is the disposition which makes men rejoice in good bargains? There are few people who will not be benefited by pondering over the morals of shopping. —Beecher.
A dear bargain is always disagreeable, particularly as it is a reflection upon the buyer's judgment. —Pliny.
Bashfulness.– Bashfulness may sometimes exclude pleasure, but seldom opens any avenue to sorrow or remorse. —Johnson.
Bashfulness is a great hindrance to a man, both in uttering his sentiments and in understanding what is proposed to him; 'tis therefore good to press forward with discretion, both in discourse and company of the better sort. —Bacon.
Beauty.– The beautiful is always severe. —Ségur.
For converse among men, beautiful persons have less need of the mind's commending qualities. Beauty in itself is such a silent orator, that it is ever pleading for respect and liking, and, by the eyes of others is ever sending to their hearts for love. Yet even this hath this inconvenience in it – that it makes its possessor neglect the furnishing of the mind with nobleness. Nay, it oftentimes is a cause that the mind is ill. —Feltham.
Man has still more desire for beauty than knowledge of it; hence the caprices of the world. —X. Doudan.
No better cosmetics than a severe temperance and purity, modesty and humility, a gracious temper and calmness of spirit; no true beauty without the signature of these graces in the very countenance. —John Ray.
An appearance of delicacy, and even of fragility, is almost essential to beauty. —Burke.
I am of opinion that there is nothing so beautiful but that there is something still more beautiful, of which this is the mere image and expression, – a something which can neither be perceived by the eyes, the ears, nor any of the senses; we comprehend it merely in the imagination. —Cicero.
A lovely girl is above all rank. —Charles Buxton.
There is more or less of pathos in all true beauty. The delight it awakens has an indefinable, and, as it were, luxurious sadness, which is perhaps one element of its might. —Tuckerman.
Beauty is the first present nature gives to women and the first it takes away. —Méré.
In ourselves, rather than in material nature, lie the true source and life of the beautiful. The human soul is the sun which diffuses light on every side, investing creation with its lovely hues, and calling forth the poetic element that lies hidden in every existing thing. —Mazzini.
Beauty is God's handwriting, a wayside sacrament. —Milton.
Beauty deceives women in making them establish on an ephemeral power the pretensions of a whole life. —Bignicout.
If there is a fruit that can be eaten raw, it is beauty. —Alphonse Karr.
Those critics who, in modern times, have the most thoughtfully analyzed the laws of æsthetic beauty, concur in maintaining that the real truthfulness of all works of imagination – sculpture, painting, written fiction – is so purely in the imagination, that the artist never seeks to represent the positive truth, but the idealized image of a truth. —Bulwer-Lytton.
An outward gift which is seldom despised, except by those to whom it has been refused. —Gibbon.
It is impossible that beauty should ever distinctly apprehend itself. —Goethe.
Bed.– The bed is a bundle of paradoxes: we go to it with reluctance, yet we quit it with regret; we make up our minds every night to leave it early, but we make up our bodies every morning to keep it late. —Colton.
What a delightful thing rest is! The bed has become a place of luxury to me! I would not exchange it for all the thrones in the world. —Napoleon.
Beggars.– He is never out of the fashion, or limpeth awkwardly behind it. He is not required to put on court mourning. He weareth all colors, fearing none. His costume hath undergone less change than the Quaker's. He is the only man in the universe who is not obliged to study appearances. —Lamb.
Aspiring beggary is wretchedness itself. —Goldsmith.
Benevolence.– There cannot be a more glorious object in creation than a human being, replete with benevolence, meditating