Quotes to inspire and reflect

Literature is news that STAYS news.

Real education must ultimately be limited to one who INSISTS on knowing, the rest is mere sheep-herding.

Pull down thy VANITY

Music begins to atrophy when it departs too far from the dance; that poetry begins to atrophy when it gets too far from music.

There died a myriad,

The ant’s a centaur in his dragon world.

The age demanded an image

Died some, pro patria,

For three years, out of key with his time,

And even I can remember

Here am I, dying of a hundred good symptoms.

Tching prayed on the mountain and wrote MAKE IT NEW

A man should never be ashamed to own he has been in the wrong, which is but saying, in other words, that he is wiser to-day than he was yesterday.

All gardening is landscape-painting.

Coffee, (which makes the politician wise,

Party-spirit, which at best is but the madness of many for the gain of a few.

Here thou, great Anna! whom three realms obey,

The hungry judges soon the sentence sign,

Belinda smiled, and all the world was gay.

Fair tresses man’s imperial race insnare,

They shift the moving toyshop of their heart.

Thus let me live, unseen, unknown;

There still remains, to mortify a wit,

Let humble Allen, with an awkward shame,

Ev’n copious Dryden, wanted, or forgot,

Not to admire, is all the art I know,

Get place and wealth, if possible, with grace;

Not to go back, is somewhat to advance,

For I, who hold sage Homer’s rule the best,

The feast of reason and the flow of soul.

All our knowledge is, ourselves to know.

Achilles’ wrath, to Greece the direful spring

For forms of government let fools contest;

Thus God and nature linked the gen’ral frame,

Behold the child, by Nature’s kindly law

The learn’d is happy nature to explore,

Vice is a monster of so frightful mien,

Created half to rise, and half to fall;

Know then thyself, presume not God to scan;

And, spite of Pride, in erring Reason’s spite,

All nature is but art, unknown to thee;

All are but parts of one stupendous whole,

The spider’s touch, how exquisitely fine!

Why has not man a microscopic eye?

Lo! the poor Indian, whose untutored mind

Hope springs eternal in the human breast:

Eye Nature’s walks, shoot Folly as it flies,

Men must be taught as if you taught them not,