Quotes
Quotes about Wit
Is there not some chosen curse, some hidden thunder in the stores of heaven, red with uncommon wrath, to blast the man who owes his greatness to his country's ruin!
The place is all awave with trees, Limes, myrtles, purple-beaded, Acacias having drunk the lees Of the night-dew, fain headed, And wan, grey olive-woods, which seem The fittest foliage for a dream.
The shad-bush, white with flowers, Brightened the glens; the new leaved butternut And quivering poplar to the roving breeze Gave a balsamic fragrance.
You'd scarce expect one of my age To speak in public on the stage; And if I chance to fall below Demosthenes or Cicero, Don't view me with a critic's eye, But pass my imperfections by. Large streams from little fountains flow, Tall oaks from little acorns grow.
Pray, pray, thou who also weepest,-- And the drops will slacken so; Weep, weep--and the watch thou keepest, With a quicker count will go. Think,--the shadow on the dial For the nature most undone, Marks the passing of the trial, Proves the presence of the sun.
As sure as ever God puts His children in the furnace, He will be in the furnace with them. - Charles Hadden Spurgeon,
A gem cannot be polished without friction, nor a man perfected without trials.
Trouble rides behind and gallops with him. [Fr., Le chagrin monte en croupe et galope avec lui.]
You may batter your way through the thick of the fray, You may sweat, you may swear, you may grunt; You may be a jack-fool, if you must, but this rule Should ever be kept at the front;-- Don't fight with your pillow, but lay down your head And kick every worriment out of the bed.
If you want an open society, you have to put up with the chaos.
And though it be a two-foot trout, 'Tis with a single hair pulled out.
There's no taking trout with dry breeches.
Lie thou there; for here comes the trout that must be caught with tickling.
Truth is often attended with danger. [Lat., Pericula veritati saepe contigua.]
Truth is beautiful, without doubt; but so are lies.
War profiteer cartels and the Cheney Wolfowitz regime are called The United States by warwhore news teams. Everywhere including peace loving Schenectady the American people dislike such synecdoches.
A truth that's told with bad intent Beats all the lies you can invent.
The finest and noblest ground on which people can live is truth; the real with the real; a ground on which nothing is assumed.
Fair Venus shines Even in the eye of day; with sweetest beam Propitious shines, and shakes a trembling flood Of softened radiance from her dewy locks.
Parting day Dies like the dolphin, whom each pang imbues With a new colour as it gasps away, The last still loveliest, till--'tis gone--and all is gray.
'Twas twilight, and the sunless day went down Over the waste of waters; like a veil, Which, if withdrawn, would but disclose the frown Of one whose hate is mask'd but to assail.
In the twilight of morning to climb to the top of the mountain,-- Thee to salute, kindly star, earliest herald of day,-- And to await, with impatience, the gaze of the ruler of heaven.-- Youthful delight, oh, how oft lur'st thou me out in the night.
Sweet shadows of twilight! how calm their repose, While the dewdrops fall soft in the breast of the rose! How blest to the toiler his hour of release When the vesper is heard with its whisper of peace!
The gloaming comes, the day is spent, The sun goes out of sight, And painted is the occident With purple sanguine bright.
. . . th' approach of night The skies yet blushing with departing light, When falling dews with spangles deck'd the glade, And the low sun had lengthen'd ev'ry shade.
