Quotes
Quotes about Wit
O dark, dark, amid the blaze of noon, Irrecoverably dark! total eclipse, Without all hope of day.
Blood cannot be washed out with blood.
No one need think that the world can be ruled without blood. The civil sword shall and must be red and bloody.
An Arab, by his earnest gaze, Has clothed a lovely maid with blushes; A smile within his eyelids plays And into words his longing gushes.
Such a blush In the midst of brown was born, Like red poppies grown with corn.
I ask, that I might waken reverence, And bid the cheek be ready with a blush Modest as morning when she coldly eyes The youthful Phoebus, Which is that god in office, guiding men?
His kindled duty kindled her mistrust, That two red fires in both faces blazed. She thought he blushed as knowing Tarquin's lust, And, blushing with him, wistly on him gazed; Her earnest eye did make him more amazed.
Where now I have no one to blush with me, To cross their arms and hang their heads with mine, To mask their brows and hide their infamy; But I alone, alone must sit and pine, Seasoning the earth with show'rs of silver brine, Mingling my talk with tears, my grief with groans, Poor wasting monuments of lasting moans.
We lie and listen to the hissing waves, Wherein our boat seems sharpening its keel, Which on the sea's face all unthankful graves An arrowed scratch as with a tool of steel.
And all the way, to guide their chime, With falling oars they kept the time.
The barge she sat in, like a burnished throne, Burned on the water: the poop was beaten gold; Purple the sails, and so perfumed that The winds were lovesick with them; the oars were silver, Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made The water which they beat to follow faster, As amorous of their strokes.
When Nature had made all her birds, With no more cares to think on, She gave a rippling laugh and out There flew a Bobolinkon.
The crack-brained bobolink courts his crazy mate, Poised on a bulrush tipsy with his weight.
It takes more than just a good looking body. You've got to have the heart and soul to go with it.
The eyes are more exact witnesses than the ears.
The human body has two ends on it: one to create with and one to sit on. Sometimes people get their ends reversed. When this happens they need a kick in the seat of the pants.
It takes more than just a good looking body. You've got to have the heart and soul to go with it.
Our body is a well-set clock, which keeps good time, but if it be too much or indiscreetly tampered with, the alarm runs out before the hour.
I don't think that the flesh is necessarily treacherous, evil, bad. It is cantankerous, and it is independent. The idea of independence is the key. It really is like colonialism. The colonies suddenly decide that they can and should exist with their own personality and should detach from the control of the mother country. At first the colony is perceived as being treacherous. It's a betrayal. Ultimately, it can be seen as the separation of a partner that could be very valuable as an equal rather than as something you dominate.
How many inner resources one needs to tolerate a life of leisure without fatigue.
A decent boldness ever meets with friends.
If the Creator had a purpose in equipping us with a neck, he surely meant us to stick it out.
That is a good book which is opened with expectation and closed with profit.
But the images of men's wits and knowledges remain in books, exempted from the wrong of time, and capable of perpetual renovation.
That place that does contain My books, the best companions, is to me A glorious court, where hourly I converse With the old sages and philosophers; And sometimes, for variety, I confer With kings and emperors, and weigh their counsels; Calling their victories, if unjustly got, Unto a strict account, and, in my fancy, Deface their ill-placed statues.
