Quotes
Quotes about Wit
Ambition has its disappointments to sour us, but never the good fortune to satisfy us. Its appetite grows keener by indulgence and all we can gratify it with at present serves but the more to inflame its insatiable desires.
What quarrel, what harshness, what unbelief in each other can subsist in the presence of a great calamity, when all the artificial vesture of our life is gone, and we are all one with each other in primitive mortal needs?
He who lives without discipline dies without honor.
Self-respect is the root of discipline; the sense of dignity grows with the ability to say no to oneself
Discipline is a symbol of caring to a child. He needs guidance. If there is love, there is no such thing as being too tough with a child.
Who is not satisfied with himself will grow; who is not sure of his own correctness will learn many things.
Who with a little cannot be content, endures an everlasting punishment.
That which makes people dissatisfied with their condition, is the chimerical idea they form of the happiness of others.
As a jewel of gold in a swine's snout, so is a fair woman which is without discretion.
Be not too tame neither, but let your own discretion be your tutor. Suit the action to the word, the word to the action, with this special observance, that you o'erstep not the modesty of nature.
Question your grace the late ambassadors, With what great state he heard their embassy, How well supplied with noble counsellors, How modest in exception, and withal How terrible in constant resolution, And you shall find his vanities forespent Were but the outside of the Roman Brutus, Covering discretion with a coat of folly; As gardeners do with ordure hide those roots That shall first spring and be most delicate.
Discretion of speech is more than eloquence, and to speak agreeably to him with whom we deal is more than to speak in good words, or in good order.
A lover without discretion is no lover at all.
[Diseases] crucify the soul of man, attenuate our bodies, dry them, wither them, shrivel them up like old apples, make them as so many anatomies.
That dire disease, whose ruthless power Withers the beauty's transient flower.
A bodily disease which we look upon as whole and entire within itself, may, after all, be but a symptom of some ailment in the spiritual part.
As man, perhaps, the moment of his breath, Receives the lurking principle of death, The younger disease, that must subdue at length, Grows with his growth, and strengthens with his strength.
I'll forbear; And am fallen out with my more headier will To take the indisposed and sickly fit For the sound man.
The diseases of the present have little in common with the diseases of the past save that we die of them.
It is with disease of the mind, as with those of the body; we are half dead before we understand our disorder, and half cured when we do.
Could he with reason murmur at his case, Himself sole author of his own disgrace?
False words are not only evil in themselves, but they infect the soul with evil.
That each pull'd different ways with many an oath, "Arcades ambo," id est--blackguards both.
And bitter waxed the fray; Brother with brother spake no word When they met in the way.
If they perceive dissension in our looks And that within ourselves we disagree, How will their grudging stomachs be provoked To willfull disobedience, and rebel!
