Quotes to inspire and reflect

Magnanimity in politics is not seldom the truest wisdom; and a great empire and little minds go ill together.

Slavery they can have anywhere. It is a weed that grows in every soil.

It is not, what a lawyer tells me I may do; but what humanity, reason, and justice, tells me I ought to do.

Every human benefit, every virtue and every prudent act, is founded on compromise.

It is the nature of all greatness not to be exact; and great trade will always be attended with considerable abuses.

To tax and to please, no more than to love and to be wise, is not given to men.

There is, however, a limit at which forbearance ceases to be a virtue.

It is a general popular error to imagine the loudest complainers for the public to be the most anxious for its welfare.

Liberty too must be limited in order to be possessed.

Nothing in progression can rest on its original plan. We may as well think of rocking a grown man in the cradle of an infant.

A clockwork orange.

Those who have been once intoxicated with power, and have derived any kind of emolument from it, even though for but one year, can never willingly abandon it.

So he passed over, and the trumpets sounded for him on the other side.

Mr Valiant-for-Truth

Who would true valour see,

I am going to my Fathers, and tho’ with great difficulty I am got hither, yet now I do not repent me of all the trouble I have been at to arrive where I am. My sword, I give to him that shall succeed me in my pilgrimage, and my courage and skill to him that can get it. My marks and scars I carry with me, to be a witness for me, that I have fought his battles, who will now be my rewarder.

A man that could look no way but downwards, with a muckrake in his hand.

He that is down needs fear no fall,

So I awoke, and behold it was a dream.

Then I saw that there was a way to Hell, even from the gates of heaven.

Yet my great-grandfather was but a waterman, looking one way, and rowing another.

Hanging is too good for him, said Mr Cruelty.

It beareth the name of Vanity-Fair, because the town where ‘tis kept, is lighter than vanity.

A foul Fiend coming over the field to meet him; his name is Apollyon.

Down into the valley of Humiliation.

The name of the slough was Despond.

As I walked through the wilderness of this world.

In science, read, by preference, the newest works; in literature, the oldest.

Beneath the rule of men entirely great

There was a young lady named Bright,

I’ll die young, but it’s like kissing God.

The liberals can understand everything but people who don’t understand them.

There’s a great text in Galatians,

When it was written, God and Robert

O lyric Love, half-angel and half-bird.

Gr-r-r—there go, my heart’s abhorrence!

Grow old along with me!

And bade me creep past.

The best and the last!

I would hate that death bandaged my eyes, and forbore,

I was ever a fighter, so—one fight more,

All her hair

The year’s at the spring

That moment she was mine, mine, fair, Perfectly pure and good.

With shrieking and squeaking

Never the time and the place

She looked on, and her looks went everywhere.

Too easily impressed; she liked whate’er