Quotes to inspire and reflect

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.

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

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

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.

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.

A clockwork orange.

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

Mr Valiant-for-Truth

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.

Who would true valour see,

He that is down needs fear no fall,

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

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.

Hanging is too good for him, said Mr Cruelty.

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

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.

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

As I walked through the wilderness of this world.

There was a young lady named Bright,

Beneath the rule of men entirely great

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

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

There’s a great text in Galatians,

When it was written, God and Robert

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

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

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,

All her hair

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

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

The year’s at the spring

With shrieking and squeaking

She looked on, and her looks went everywhere.

That’s my last Duchess painted on the wall,

Too easily impressed; she liked whate’er

Ah, did you once see Shelley plain.

A tap at the pane, the quick sharp scratch

We that had loved him so, followed him, honoured him,

Never glad confident morning again!