Quotes to inspire and reflect

Heaven has no rage, like love to hatred turned,

Courtship to marriage, as a very witty prologue to a very dull play.

Music has charms to sooth a savage breast.

A man who reviews the old so as to find out the new is qualified to teach others.

In politics, what begins in fear usually ends in folly.

The light which experience gives is a lantern on the stern, which shines only on the waves behind us!

Prose = words in their best order;—poetry = the best words in the best order.

To see him act, is like reading Shakespeare by flashes of lightning.

That willing suspension of disbelief for the moment, which constitutes poetic faith.

The dwarf sees farther than the giant, when he has the giant’s shoulder to mount on.

He who begins by loving Christianity better than Truth will proceed by loving his own sect or church better than Christianity, and end by loving himself better than all.

The primary imagination I hold to be the living Power and prime Agent of all human Perception, and as a repetition in the finite mind of the eternal act of creation in the infinite I AM.

Well, they are gone, and here must I remain,

A sadder and a wiser man,

Like one, that on a lonesome road

He prayeth well, who loveth well

And a thousand thousand slimy things

Oh Sleep! it is a gentle thing,

The Night-mare LIFE-IN-DEATH was she,

The Sun’s rim dips; the stars rush out;

Water, water, everywhere,

As idle as a painted ship

We were the first that ever burst

‘Why look’st thou so?’—With my cross-bow

And ice, mast-high, came floating by,

He holds him with his glittering eye—

All thoughts, all passions, all delights,

It is an ancient Mariner,

A damsel with a dulcimer

And all who heard should see them there,

And ’mid this tumult Kubla heard from far

It was a miracle of rare device,

In Xanadu did Kubla Khan

A savage place! as holy and enchanted

At this moment he was unfortunately called out by a person on business from Porlock.

What is an Epigram? a dwarfish whole,

And the Devil did grin, for his darling sin

But oh! each visitation

O Lady! we receive but what we give,

I don’t consider myself a pessimist. I think of a pessimist as someone who is waiting for it to rain. And I feel soaked to the skin.

If it has to choose who is to be crucified, the crowd will always save Barabbas.

Victor Hugo was a madman who thought he was Victor Hugo.

Life is a horizontal fall.

In front the sun climbs slow, how slowly,

If hopes were dupes, fears may be liars.

Say not the struggle naught availeth,

Thou shalt not covet; but tradition

Thou shalt not steal; an empty feat,