Quotes from landor walter savage iii

It often comes into my head That we may dream when we are dead, But I am far from sure we do. O that it were so! then my rest Would be indeed among the blest; I should for ever dream of you.

Piety--warm, soft, and passive as the ether round the throne of Grace--is made callous and inactive by kneeling too much.

Not dancing well, I never danced at all--and how grievously has my heart ached when others where in the full enjoyment of that conversation which I had no right even to partake.

Principles do not much influence the unprincipled, nor mainly the principled.

Friendship is a vase, which, when it is flawed by heat, or violence, or accident, may as well be broken at once; it can never be trusted after.

Gambling is the origin of more extensive misery than all other crimes put together; and the mischief falls principally on the unoffending and helpless; it leads, by insensible degrees, a greater number of wretches to the gallows than the higher atrocities from which that terminus is seen more plainly.

Stand close around, ye Stygian set, With Dirce in one boat convey'd, Or Charon, seeing, may forget That he is old, and she a shade.

Toleration is in itself the essence of Christianity, and the very point which the founder of it most peculiarly enjoined.

Every witticism is an inexact thought; that which is perfectly true is imperfectly witty.

I am grieved at your sorrow, although it will hereafter be a source of joy unto you. The purest water runs from the hardest rock.

To my ninth decade I have totter'd on, And no soft arm bends now my steps to steady; She, who once led me where she would, is gone, So when he calls me, Death shall find me ready.

As we sometimes find one thing while we are looking for another, so, if truth escaped me, happiness and contentment fell in my way.

Death stands above me, whispering low I know not what into my ear: Of his strange language all I know Is, there is not a word of fear.

We talk on principle, but we act on interest.

A man's vanity tells him what is honor, a man's conscience what is justice.

Harmonious words render ordinary ideas acceptable; less ordinary, pleasant; novel and ingenious ones, delightful.

There is only one word of tenderness we could say, which we have not said oftentimes before ; and there is no consolation in it. The happy never say, and never hear said, farewell.

Ah what avails the sceptred race, Ah what the form divine! What every virtue, every grace! Rose Aylmer, all were thine. Rose Aylmer, whom these wakeful eyes May weep, but never see, A night of memories and of sighs I consecrate to thee.