Quotes
Quotes about Fools
I'll print it, And shame the fools.
As Love and I late harbour'd in one inn, With proverbs thus each other entertain; "In love there is no lack," thus I begin; "Fair words make fools," replieth he again; "Who spares to speak doth spare to speed," quoth I; "As well," saith he, "too forward as too slow"; "Fortune assists the boldest," I reply; "A hasty man," quote he, "ne'er wanted woe"; "Labour is light where love," quote I, "doth pay"; "Light burden's heavy, if far borne"; Quoth I, "The main lost, cast the by away"; "Y'have spun a fair thread," he replies in scorn. And having thus awhile each other thwarted Fools as we met, so fools again we parted.
The public! the public! how many fools does it require to make the public? [Fr., Le public! le public! combien faut-il de sots pour faire un public?]
If one of us could ascend to the heavenly realm and for a few hours accompany the divine on His daily rounds, he would see below millions of his fellow humans busily hurling themselves into the passions, sports, and action of those around him. But if our observer had the power and omniscience of the Lord, he would also feel and sense, pulsing through and vibrating from every one of us here below, a desperate and unending plea, "Notice me! I want to be known admired, and loved by the whole world!" And it is this, this glorious weakness, this dependence of ours on each other, that makes some of us usually heroes and fools at the same time.
I love fools experiments. I am always making them.
Fortunately for themselves and for the world, nearly all men are cowards and dare not act on what they believe. Nearly all our disasters come of a few fools having the "courage of their convictions.".
Revenge is sweeter than life itself. So think fools. [Lat., At vindicta bonum vita jucundius ipsa nempe hoc indocti.]
Ridicule is the first and last argument of fools.
The science of fools with long memories.
Why is it that fools always have the instinct to hunt out the unpleasant secrets of life, and the hardiness to mention them?
Lord, what fools these mortals be! -A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act iii. Sc. 2.
My lungs began to crow like chanticleer, That fools should be so deep-contemplative; And I did laugh sans intermission An hour by his dial. -As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 7.
Here comes a pair of very strange beasts, which in all tongues are called fools. -As You Like It. Act v. Sc. 4.
If a man fools me once, shame on him. If he fools me twice, shame on me.
Silence is the genius of fools and one of the virtues of the wise. [Fr., Le silence est l'esprit des sots, et l'une des vertus du sage.]
Silence is the virtue of fools.
[They say] "We do not know how this is, but we know that God can do it." You poor fools! God can make a cow out of a tree, but has He ever done so? Therefore show some reason why a thing is so, or cease to hold that it is so.
O God! methinks it were a happy life To be no better than a homely swain; To sit upon a hill, as I do now, To carve out dials, quaintly, point by point, Thereby to see the minutes, how they run-- How many makes the hour full complete, How many hours brings about the day, How many days will finish up the year, How many years a mortal man may live; When this is known, then to divide the times-- So many hours must I tend my flock, So many hours must I take my rest, So many hours must I contemplate, So many hours must I sport myself; So many days my ewes have been with young, So many weeks ere the poor fools will ean, So many months ere I shall shear the fleece. So minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, and years, Passed over to the end they were created, Would bring white hairs unto a quiet grave. Ah, what a life were this!
What's a' your jargon o' your schools, Your Latin names for horns and stools; If honest nature made you fools.
In university they don't tell you that the greater part of the law is learning to tolerate fools.
I think that I shall never see A poem as lovely as a tree. . . . . Poems are made by fools like me, But only God can make a tree.
In university they don't tell you that the greater part of the law is learning to tolerate fools.
Vain-glorious men are the scorn of the wise, the admiration of fools, the idols of paradise, and the slaves of their own vaunts.
Change of weather is the discourse of fools.
The heart of the wise in in the house of mourning, but the heart of fools is in the house of mirth.
