Walter Savage Landor Quotes
Cats ask plainly for what they want.
No truer word, save God's, was ever spoken,Than that the largest heart is soonest broken.
As there are some flowers which you should smell but slightly to extract all that is pleasant in the...
Show MoreMen like snails lose their usefulness when they lose direction and begin to bend.
We talk on principle but we act on interest.
Delay of justice is injustice.
Ambition has but one reward for all: A little power, a little transient fame; A grave to rest in, an...
Show MoreAn ingenuous mind feels in unmerited praise the bitterest reproof.
Literature is the effort of man to indemnify himself for the wrongs of his condition.
Great men too often have greater faults than little men can find room for.
Many laws as certainly make bad men, as bad men make many laws.
A man's vanity tells him what is honour a man's conscience what is justice.
Music is God's gift to man, the only art of Heaven given to earth, the only art of earth we take to ...
Show MoreMen like nails lose their usefulness when they lose direction and begin to bend.
Even the weakest disputant is made so conceited by what he calls religion, as to think himself wiser...
Show MoreWe cannot conquer fate and necessity yet we can yield to them in such a manner as to be greater tha...
Show MoreWhen a cat flatters ... he is not insincere: you may safely take it for real kindness.
What is reading but silent conversation.
The damps of autumn sink into the leaves and prepare them for the necessity of their fall; and thus ...
Show MoreThe writings of the wise are the only riches our posterity cannot squander.
There is no easy path leading out of life and few are the easy ones that lie within it.
What is reading but silent conversation?
We are no longer happy so soon as we wish to be happier.
The present like a note in music is nothing but as it appertains to what is past and what is to co...
Show MoreNothing is pleasanter to me than exploring in a library.
States like men have their growth their manhood their decrepitude their decay.
The flame of anger, bright and brief, sharpens the barb of love.
Friendship may sometimes step a few paces in advance of truth.
