Quotes to inspire and reflect

She may very well pass for forty-three

This particularly rapid, unintelligible patter

When constabulary duty’s to be done,

Man is Nature’s sole mistake!

I’m very good at integral and differential calculus,

It is, it is a glorious thing

For he might have been a Roosian,

For he himself has said it,

Stick close to your desks and never go to sea,

I always voted at my party’s call,

If you walk down Piccadilly with a poppy or a lily in your medieval hand.

And so do his sisters, and his cousins and his aunts!

An attachment à la Plato for a bashful young potato, or a not too French French bean!

The meaning doesn’t matter if it’s only idle chatter of a transcendental kind.

There’s a fascination frantic

If you’re anxious for to shine in the high

On a tree by a river a little tom-tit

The flowers that bloom in the spring,

Something lingering, with boiling oil in it, I fancy.

Merely corroborative detail, intended to give artistic verisimilitude to an otherwise bald and unconvincing narrative.

Here’s a how-de-doo!

My object all sublime

Awaiting the sensation of a short, sharp shock,

Modified rapture!

The idiot who praises, with enthusiastic tone,

Three little maids from school are we.

I can trace my ancestry back to a protoplasmal primordial atomic globule. Consequently, my family pride is something in-conceivable. I can’t help it. I was born sneering.

A wandering minstrel I—

The House of Peers, throughout the war,

I often think it’s comical

When every one is somebodee,

The Law is the true embodiment

Hugo—alas!

Of that there is no manner of doubt—

Work is love made visible.

An exaggeration is a truth that has lost its temper.

Your children are not your children.

You shall be together when the white wings of death scatter your days.

If you can actually count your money, then you are not really a rich man.

Are you a politician who says to himself: ‘I will use my country for my own benefit’? … Or are you a devoted patriot, who whispers in the ear of his inner self: ‘I love to serve my country as a faithful servant.’

They’ll tell thee, sailors, when away,

What we need is hatred. From it our ideas are born.

All in the Downs the fleet was moored,

An inconstant woman, tho’ she has no chance to be very happy, can never be very unhappy.

Those who in quarrels interpose,

An open foe may prove a curse,

How happy could I be with either,

And when a lady’s in the case,