Quotes
Quotes about Wit
Guilt is the source of sorrows, the avenging fiend that follows us behind with whips and stings.
Without the spice of guilt, sin cannot be fully savored.
The greatest incitement to guilt is the hope of sinning with impunity.
Guilt is the source of sorrow, 'tis the fiend,Th' avenging fiend, that follows us behindWith whips and stings.
Habit with him was all the test of truth; "It must be right: I've done it from my youth."
My problem lies in reconciling my gross habits with my net income.
And he said, My son shall not go down with you; for his brother is dead, and he is left alone: if mischief befall him by the way in the which we go, then shall ye bring down my gray hairs with sorrow to the grave.
Dear, dead women, with such hair, too--what's become of all the gold Used to hang and brush their bosoms?
And though it be a two-foot trout, 'Tis with a single hair pulled out.
An harmless flaming meteor shone for hair, And fell adown his shoulders with losse care.
She knows her man, and when you rant and swear, Can draw you to her with a single hair.
It was brown with a golden gloss, Janette, It was finer than silk of the floss, my pet; 'Twas a beautiful mist falling down to your wrist, 'Twas a thing to be braided, and jewelled, and kissed-- 'Twas the loveliest hair in the world, my pet.
And yonder sits a maiden, The fairest of the fair, With gold in her garment glittering, And she combs her golden hair.
Prejudice is like a hair across your cheek. You can't see it, you can't find it with your fingers, but you keep brushing at it because the feel of it is irritating.
It is foolish to tear one's hair in grief, as though sorrow would be made less with baldness.
What can be happier than for a man, conscious of virtuous acts, and content with liberty, to despise all human affairs? [Lat., Quid enim est melius quam memoria recte factorum, et libertate contentum negligere humana?]
If solid happiness we prize, Within our breast this jewel lies, And they are fools who roam; The world has nothing to bestow, From our own selves our bliss must flow, And that dear hut,--our home.
Happiness is different from pleasure. Happiness has something to do with struggling and enduring and accomplishing.
Happiness is essentially a state of going somewhere, wholeheartedly, one-directionally, without regret or reservation.
Happiness is like jam. You can't spread even a little without getting some on yourself.
Men of the noblest dispositions think themselves happiest when others share their happiness with them.
Happiness is a perfume which you cannot pour on someone without getting some on yourself.
Happiness cannot be traveled to, owned, earned, worn or consumed. Happiness is the spiritual experience of living every minute with love, grace and gratitude.
Without relationships, no matter how much wealth, fame, power, prestige and seeming success by the standards and opinions of the world one has, happiness will constantly eluded him.
One ought to seek out virtue for its own sake, without being influenced by fear or hope, or by any external influence. Moreover, that in that does happiness consist. Victor Hugo -Diogenes Laertius.
