Quotes to inspire and reflect

I am monarch of all I survey,

I would not enter on my list of friends

Wisdom in minds attentive to their own.

Knowledge is proud that he has learned so much;

Knowledge dwells

In heads replete with thoughts of other men;

I was a stricken deer, that left the herd

And, while the bubbling and loud-hissing urn

England, with all thy faults, I love thee still—

Slaves cannot breathe in England, if their lungs

Remorse, the fatal egg by pleasure laid.

Philologists, who chase

Toll for the brave—

Behind a frowning providence

My sister and my sister’s child,

God moves in a mysterious way

John Gilpin was a citizen

We perished, each alone:

Just say the lines and don’t trip over the furniture.

Television is for appearing on, not looking at.

Extraordinary how potent cheap music is.

Certain women should be struck regularly, like gongs.

Very flat, Norfolk.

Poor little rich girl.

Don’t put your daughter on the stage, Mrs Worthington,

Mad dogs and Englishmen

The most I’ve had is just

Mad about the boy.

Don’t let’s be beastly to the Germans When our Victory is ultimately won.

That branch of the art of lying which consists in very nearly deceiving your friends without quite deceiving your enemies.

Every public action, which is not customary, either is wrong, or, if it is right, is a dangerous precedent. It follows that nothing should ever be done for the first time.

O fat white woman whom nobody loves,

Do your duty, and leave the outcome to the Gods.

A first impulse was never a crime.

A belief in a supernatural source of evil is not necessary; men alone are quite capable of every wickedness.

When there is no peril in the fight, there is no glory in the triumph.

Imagination, not invention, is the supreme master of art, as of life.

The terrorist and the policeman both come from the same basket.

My task which I am trying to achieve is by the power of the written word, to make you hear, to make you feel—it is, before all, to make you see. That—and no more, and it is everything.

Mistah Kurtz—he dead.

Exterminate all the brutes!

The horror! The horror!

The conquest of the earth, which mostly means the taking it away from those who have a different complexion or slightly flatter noses than ourselves, is not a pretty thing when you look into it.

We live, as we dream—alone.

These articles subscribed, if I continue to endure you a little longer, I may by degrees dwindle into a wife.

I confess freely to you, I could never look long upon a monkey, without very mortifying reflections.

They come together like the Coroner’s Inquest, to sit upon the murdered reputations of the week.

Say what you will, ’tis better to be left than never to have been loved.