Quotes to inspire and reflect

He rushed into the field, and, foremost fighting, fell.

On with the dance! let joy be unconfined;

But hush! hark! a deep sound strikes like a rising knell!

There was a sound of revelry by night.

Hereditary bondsmen! know ye not

Year after year they voted cent per cent

Doubtless God could have made a better berry, but doubtless God never did.

You can do very little with faith, but you can do nothing without it.

A definition is the enclosing a wilderness of idea within a wall of words.

To live is like to love—all reason is against it, and all healthy instinct for it.

An apology for the Devil: It must be remembered that we have only heard one side of the case. God has written all the books.

All progress is based upon a universal innate desire on the part of every organism to live beyond its income.

The best liar is he who makes the smallest amount of lying go the longest way.

It was very good of God to let Carlyle and Mrs Carlyle marry one another and so make only two people miserable instead of four.

It has been said that though God cannot alter the past, historians can; it is perhaps because they can be useful to Him in this respect that He tolerates their existence.

All animals, except man, know that the principal business of life is to enjoy it.

Doubtless the pleasure is as great

He that complies against his will,

Love is a boy, by poets styled,

Brownie, you’re doing a heck of a job.

States like these … constitute an axis of evil, arming to threaten the peace of this world.

I earned capital in the campaign, political capital, and I intend to spend it.

This crusade, this war on terrorism is going to take a while.

Today we feel what Franklin Roosevelt called the warm courage of national unity. This unity against terror is now extending across the world.

Be not solitary, be not idle.

We will make no distinction between terrorists who committed these acts and those who harbour them.

To enlarge or illustrate this power and effect of love is to set a candle in the sun.

See one promontory (said Socrates of old), one mountain, one sea, one river, and see all.

From this it is clear how much the pen is worse than the sword.

All poets are mad.

A loose, plain, rude writer … I call a spade a spade.

Like watermen, that row one way and look another.

They lard their lean books with the fat of others’ works.

All my joys to this are folly,

I’m truly sorry Man’s dominion

Wee, sleekit, cow’rin’, tim’rous beastie,

O wad some Pow’r the giftie gie us

Fair fa’ your honest, sonsie face,

Tam tint his reason a’ thegither,

The mirth and fun grew fast and furious.

Inspiring, bold John Barleycorn,

Nae man can tether time or tide.

Liberty’s in every blow!

But pleasures are like poppies spread,

O, my Luve’s like a red, red rose

Scots, wha hae wi’ Wallace bled,

Go fetch to me a pint o’ wine,

My love she’s but a lassie yet.