Quotes
Quotes about Wit
Thy money perish with thee.
There is no respect of persons with God.
If it be possible, as much as lieth in you, live peaceably with all men.
Be not overcome of evil, but overcome evil with good.
Though I speak with the tongues of men and of angels, and have not charity, I am become as sounding brass, or a tinkling cymbal.
Carried about with every wind of doctrine.
Speak every man truth with his neighbour.
I have learned, in whatsoever state I am, therewith to be content.
Let your speech be alway with grace, seasoned with salt.
A cloud of witnesses.
He shall rule them with a rod of iron.
With this ring I thee wed, with my body I thee worship, and with all my worldly goods I thee endow.
Months without an R.
Wisdom of many and the wit of one.
Doct. She's sick, my lord,
As she's is troubled with thick-coming fancies,
That keep her from her rest.
Macb. Cure her of that.
..the virtue of a man consists in managing the cityâs affairs capably, and so that he will help his friends and injure his foes while taking care to come to no harm himself. Or if you want a womanâs virtue, that is easily described. She must be a good housewife, careful with her stores and obedient to her husband.
I'm summoned by the fields and hills, The shady maples in the garden, The bank of the deserted burn, The liberties the country offers. Give me your hand. I will return At the beginning of October: We'll drink together once again, And o'er our cups of friendly candor Discuss a dozen gentlemen-- We'll talk of fools and wicked gentry, And those with flunkey's souls from birth, And sometimes of the Tsar of Heaven, And sometimes of the one on earth.
...to be acutely conscious is a disease, a real, honest-to-goodnes disease." My debauchery I undertook solitarily, by night, covertly, fearfully, filthily, with a shame that would not abandon me... I was then already bearing the underground in my soul.
On our earth we can truly love only with suffering and through suffering! We know not how to love otherwise. We know no other love. I want suffering in order to love.
"But, Rome, 'tis alone, with awful sway, to rule Mankind; and make the world obey; Disposing peace, and War, thy own Majestick Way. To tame the Proud, the fetter'd Slave to free; These are Imperial Arts, and worthy thee." -Anchises to Aeneas in the Underworld
No society, whether human or animal, can exist without communication.
Languages never stand still. Modern spelling crystallises lost pronunciations: the visual never quite catches up with the aural.
Literature clearly has something to do with not forcing the reader into a state of mind (or physicality) which places the writer in a position of advantage over him.
On the English Language: A barren land, full of thorn bushes and with birds with strange cries
He had got death over with, then. He was, in a sense, lucky. Perhaps posthumous life was better than the real thing. Oh God, yes, I remember Enderby, what a man. Eater, drinker, wencher, and such exotic adventures. You could go on living without all the trouble of still being alive. Your character got blurred and mingled with those of other dead men, wittier, handsomer, themselves more vital now that they were dead. And there was oneâs work, good or bad, but still a death-cheater. It wasnât death that was the that was the trouble, of course, it was dying.
