Quotes
Quotes about Age
St. Leon raised his kindling eye, And lifts the sparkling cup on high; "I drink to one," he said, "Whose image never may depart, Deep graven on this grateful heart, Till memory be dead." . . . . St. Leon paused, as if he would Not breathe her name in careless mood Thus lightly to another; Then bent his noble head, as though To give the word the reverence due, And gently said, "My mother!"
So on the tip of his subduing tongue All kinds of arguments and question deep, All replication prompt and reason strong, For his advantage still did wake and sleep. To make the weeper laugh, the laugher weep, He had the dialect and different skill, Catching all passions in his craft of will; . . .
The language I have learnt these forty years, My native English, now I must forgo; And now my tongue's use is to me no more Than an unstringed viol or a harp, Or like a cunning instrument cased up Or, being open, put into his hands That knows no touch to tune the harmony.
Is there a tongue like Delia's o'er her cup, That runs for ages without winding up?
What an enormous magnifier is tradition! How a thing grows in the human memory and in the human imagination, when love, worship, and all that lies in the human heart, is there to encourage it.
While we have the gift of life, it seems to me the only tragedy is to allow part of us to dieâwhether it is our spirit, our creativity or our glorious uniqueness
We participate in tragedy. At comedy we only look.
The tragedy of life is not that man loses, but that he almost wins.
Comedy is tragedy - plus time
Tragedy is a tool for the living to gain wisdom, not a guide by which to live.
It is the tragedy of the world that no one knows what he doesn't know - and the less a man knows, the more sure he is that he knows everything.
There are no tragedies, just facts not recognized in time.
The worst tragedy that could have befallen me was my success. I knew right away that I was through - cast out.
It's not the tragedies that kill us, it's the messes.
It often happens that the real tragedies of life occur in such an inartistic manner that they hurt us by their crude violence, their absolute incoherence, their absurd want of meaning, their entire lack of style.
Tragedy and comedy are but two aspects of what is real, and whether we see the tragic or the humorous is a matter of perspective.
What the American public wants in the theater is a tragedy with a happy ending.
There are two tragedies in life: one is to lose your heart's desire, the other is to gain it.
The world is a comedy to those who think, a tragedy to those who feel.
No man should travel until he has learned the language of the country he visits. Otherwise he voluntarily makes himself a great baby-so helpless and so ridiculous.
A journey is like marriage. The certain way to be wrong is to think you control it.
The world is a book, and those who do not travel, read only a page.
In Paris they simply stared when I spoke to them in Fench; I never did succeed in making those idiots understand their own language.
Travel, in the younger sort, is a part of education; in the elder, a part of experience. He that travelleth into a country before he hath some entrance into the language, goeth to school, and not to travel.
They change their sky, not their mind, who cross the sea. A busy idleness possesses us: we seek a happy life, with ships and carriages: the object of our search is present with us. [Lat., Coelum, non animum mutant, qui trans mare currunt. Strenua nos exercet inertia, navibus atque Quadrigis petimus bene vivere; quod petis hic est.]
