Quotes to inspire and reflect

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

There was a sound of revelry by night.

Year after year they voted cent per cent

Hereditary bondsmen! know ye not

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.

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

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

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

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.

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.

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

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.

He that complies against his will,

Doubtless the pleasure is as great

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

Love is a boy, by poets styled,

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.

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

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

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

Be not solitary, be not idle.

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.

Like watermen, that row one way and look another.

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

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,

Fair fa’ your honest, sonsie face,

O wad some Pow’r the giftie gie us

The mirth and fun grew fast and furious.

Tam tint his reason a’ thegither,

Inspiring, bold John Barleycorn,

Nae man can tether time or tide.

Liberty’s in every blow!

But pleasures are like poppies spread,

Scots, wha hae wi’ Wallace bled,

O, my Luve’s like a red, red rose

Go fetch to me a pint o’ wine,

My love she’s but a lassie yet.

Some have meat and cannot eat,

Man’s inhumanity to man