Walter Savage Landor Quotes
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The sweetest souls, like the sweetest flowers, soon canker in cities, and no purity is rarer there than the purity of delight.
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Old trees in their living state are the only things that money cannot command.
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As the pearl ripens in the obscurity of its shell, so ripens in the tomb all the fame that is truly precious.
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There is no eloquence which does not agitate the soul.
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Politeness is not always a sign of wisdom; but the want of it always leaves room for a suspicion of folly, if folly and imprudence are the same.
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We cannot be contented because we are happy, and we cannot be happy because we are contented.
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What is companionship where nothing that improves the intellect is communicated, and where the larger heart contracts itself to the model and dimension of the smaller?
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The spirit of Greece, passing through and ascending above the world, hath so animated universal nature, that the very rocks and woods, the very torrents and wilds burst forth with it.
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Dignity, in private men and in governments, has been little else than a stately and stiff perseverance in oppression; and spirit, as it is called, little else than the foam of hard-mouthed insolence.
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I would recommend a free commerce both of matter and mind. I would let men enter their own churches with the same freedom as their own houses; and I would do it without a homily or graciousness or favor, for tyranny itself is to me a word less odious than toleration.
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That which moveth the heart most is the best poetry; it comes nearest unto God, the source of all power.
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I see the rainbow in the sky, the dew upon the grass; I see them, and I ask not why they glimmer or they pass. With folded arms I linger not to call them back; 'twere vain: In this, or in some other spot, I know they'll shine again.
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It is as wise to moderate our belief as our desires.
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Delay in justice is injustice.
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There is a gravity which is not austere nor captious, which belongs not to melancholy nor dwells in contraction of heart: but arises from tenderness and hangs upon reflection.
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Prose on certain occasions can bear a great deal of poetry; on the other hand, poetry sinks and swoons under a moderate weight of prose.
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Consult duty not events.
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Why cannot we be delighted with an author, and even feel a predilection for him, without a dislike of others? An admiration of Catullus or Virgil, of Tibullus or Ovid, is never to be heightened by a discharge of bile on Horace.
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Truth, like the juice of the poppy, in small quantities, calms men; in larger, heats and irritates them, and is attended by fatal consequences in excess.
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I strove with none; for none was worth my strife.
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How sweet and sacred idleness is!
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When a woman hath ceased to be quite the same to us, it matters little how different she becomes.
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We care not how many see us in choler, when we rave and bluster, and make as much noise and bustle as we can; but if the kindest and most generous affection comes across us, we suppress every sign of it, and hide ourselves in nooks and covert.
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Great men too often have greater faults than little men can find room for.
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O Music! how it grieves me that imprudence, intemperance, gluttony, should open their channels into thy sacred stream.
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Vast objects of remote altitude must be looked at a long while before they are ascertained. Ages are the telescope tubes that must be lengthened out for Shakespeare; and generations of men serve but a single witness to his claims.
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Authors are like cattle going to a fair: those of the same field can never move on without butting one another.
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The vain poet is of the opinion that nothing of his can be too much: he sends to you basketful after basketful of juiceless fruit, covered with scentless flowers.
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Truth is a point, the subtlest and finest; harder than adamant; never to be broken, worn away, or blunted. Its only bad quality is, that it is sure to hurt those who touch it; and likely to draw blood, perhaps the life blood, of those who press earnestly upon it.
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The happy never say, and never hear said, farewell.
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