Quotes
Quotes about Wit
Men of ill judgment oft ignore the good that lies within their hands, till they have lost it.
Judges ought to be more learned than witty, more reverend than plausible, and more advised than confident. Above all things, integrity is their portion and proper virtue.
A justice with grave justices shall sit; He praise their wisdom, they admire his wit.
Art thou a magistrate? then be severe: If studious, copy fair what time hath blurr'd, Redeem truth from his jaws: if a soldier, Chase brave employments with a naked sword Throughout the world. Fool not, for all may have If they dare try, a glorious life, or grave.
So wise, so grave, of so perplex'd a tongue, And loud withal, that would not wag, not scarce Lie still without a fee.
My suit has nothing to do with the assault, or battery, or poisoning, but is about three goats, which, I complain, have been stolen by my neighbor. This the judge desires to have proved to him; but you, with swelling words and extravagant gestures, dilate on the Battle of Cannae, the Mithridatic war, and the perjuries of the insensate Carthaginians, the Syllae, the Marii, and the Mucii. It is time, Postumus, to say something about my three goats.
On you, my lord, with anxious fear I wait, And from your judgment must expect my fate.
Wise men say that there are three sorts of persons who are wholly deprived of judgment,--they who are ambitious of preferments in the courts of princes; they who make use of poison to show their skill in curing it; and they who intrust women with their secrets.
With thumb turned. [Lat., Verso pollice.]
He that judges without informing himself to the utmost that he is capable, cannot acquit himself of judging amiss.
Men as a whole judge more with their eyes than with their hands.
'Tis with our judgments as our watches, none Go just alike, yet each believes his own.
Thus the principle of Judo, from the very beginning, is not one of aggression, but of flowing with things.
The linden, in the fervors of July, Hums with a louder concert. When the wind Sweeps the broad forest in its summer prime, As when some master-hand exulting sweeps The keys of some great organ, ye give forth The music of the woodland depths, a hymn Of gladness and of thanks.
Loud is the summer's busy song The smallest breeze can find a tongue, While insects of each tiny size Grow teasing with their melodies, Till noon burns with its blistering breath Around, and day lies still as death.
Who comes with Summer to this earth And owes to June her day of birth, With ring of Agate on her hand, Can health, wealth, and long life command.
I gazed upon the glorious sky And the green mountains round, And thought that when I came to lie At rest within the ground, 'Twere pleasant, that in flowery June When brooks send up a cheerful tune, And groves a joyous sound, The sexton's hand, my grave to make, The rich, green mountain-turf should break.
What joy have I in June's return? My feet are parched--my eyeballs burn, I scent no flowery gust; But faint the flagging zephyr springs, With dry Macadam on its wings, And turns me "dust to dust."
So sweet, so sweet the roses in their blowing, So sweet the daffodils, so fair to see; So blithe and gay the humming-bird a going From flower to flower, a-hunting with the bee.
And we had thought that our hard climb out of that cruel valley led to some cool, green, and peaceful, sunlit place but it's all jungle here, a wild and savage wilderness that's overrun with ruins.
It's ironic, but until you can free those final monsters within the jungle of yourself, your life, your soul is up for grabs.
There will be no justice as long as man will stand with a knife or with a gun and destroy those who are weaker than he is.
I have never killed a man, but I have read many obituaries with a lot of pleasure.
Have you the heart? When your head did but ache, I knit my handkercher about your brows-- The best I had, a princess wrought it me-- And I did never ask it you again; And with my hand at midnight held your head, And like the watchful minutes to the hour, Still and anon cheered up the heavy time, Saying, 'What lack you?' and 'Where lies your grief?'
Guard well within yourself that treasure, kindness. Know how to give without hesitation, how to lose without regret, how to acquire without meanness.
