Quotes
Quotes about Wit
I know not which I love the most, Nor which the comeliest shows, The timid, bashful violet Or the royal-hearted rose: The pansy in purple dress, The pink with cheek of red, Or the faint, fair heliotrope, who hangs, Like a bashful maid her head.
A kiss without a hug is like a flower without the fragrance.
Art is the unceasing effort to compete with the beauty of flowers - and never succeeding.
Beauty, unaccompanied by virtue, is as a flower without perfume.
I am following Nature without being able to grasp her . . . . I perhaps owe having become a painter to flowers.
At early dawn when the air is crisp And you're standing knee deep in a beautiful rip You see a trout rise to an unknown fly Then your heart starts to thump and you wonder why You're a neophyte fly fisherman. You can measure the cast and study the lie Then lengthen the line to make your first try As you check the rod to get a good presentation You hold your breath in solemn anticipation You must be a fly fisherman! The fly floats gently on its way to the trout You know it will "take it" without a doubt. You're all charged up and ready to strike But the fly floats by because something's not right You are still a fly fisherman. You open your fly box and select a new fly Then lengthen the tippet before the next try Change your position to help with the cast And hope you have made the right decision at last Now you are a doubtful fly fisherman.
You wait a moment to settle your nerves Then make your cast with a right hand curve The fly settles down and the float looked good But the trout refused it and there you stood A dejected fly fisherman. You looked things over and were not yet beat Then changed flies again and were ready to repeat The next try was poor because you rushed the cast You hold your breath in solemn anticipation You must be a fly fisherman! The fly floats gently on its way to the trout You know it will "take it" without a doubt. You're all charged up and ready to strike But the fly floats by because something's not right You are still a fly fisherman. You open your fly box and select a new fly Then lengthen the tippet before the next try Change your position to help with the cast And hope you have made the right decision at last Now you are a doubtful fly fisherman.
Fly fishing is a very pleasant amusement; but angling or float fishing, I can only compare to a stick and a string, with a worm at one end and a fool at the other.
Of course, now I am too old to be much of a fisherman, and now of course I usually fish the big waters alone, although some friends think I shouldn't. Like many fly fishermen in western Montana where the summer days are almost Arctic in length, I often do not start fishing until the cool of the evening. Then in the Arctic half-light of the canyon, all existence fades to a being with my soul and memories and the sounds of the Big Blackfoot River and a four-count rhythm and the hope that a fish will rise.
I start with the premise that the function of leadership is to produce more leaders, not more followers.
Every man with an idea has at least two or three followers.
Though thou shouldest bray a fool in a mortar among wheat with a pestle, yet will not his foolishness depart from him.
All places are filled with fools. [Lat., Stultorum plenea sunt omnia.]
The solemn fog; significant and budge; A fool with judges, amongst fools a judge.
Why fools are endowed by nature with voices so much louder than sensible people possess is a mystery. It is a fact emphasized throughout history.
The biggest fool in the world is he who merely does his work supremely well, without attending to appearance.
He who lives without folly isn't so wise as he thinks.
They never open their mouths without subtracting from the sum of human knowledge.
Steps with a tender foot, light as on air, The lovely, lordly creature floated on.
A lofty cane, a sword with silver hilt, A ring, two watches, and a snuff box gilt.
'Tis mean for empty praise of wit to write, As fopplings grin to show their teeth are white.
A beau is one who arranges his curled locks gracefully, who ever smells of balm, and cinnamon; who hums the songs of the Nile, and Cadiz; who throws his sleek arms into various attitudes; who idles away the whole day among the chair of the ladies, and is ever whispering into some one's ear; who reads little billets- doux from this quarter and that, and writes them in return; who avoids ruffling his dress by contact with his neighbour's sleeve, who knows with whom everybody is in love; who flutters from feast to feast, who can recount exactly the pedigree of Hirpinus. What do you tell me? is this a beau, Cotilus? Then a beau, Cotilus, is a very trifling thing.
When force is necessary, it must be applied boldly, decisively and completely. But one must know the limitations of force; one must know when to blend force with a maneuver, the blow with an agreement.
The pyramids themselves, doting with age, have forgotten the names of their founders.
God of our fathers, known of old, Lord of our far-flung battle-line, Beneath whose awful Hand we hold Dominion over palm and pine-- Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet, Lest we forget--lest we forget!
