Quotes
Quotes about Wit
I can't talk religion to a man with bodily hunger in his eyes.
Viewed narrowly, all life is universal hunger and the expression of energy associated with it.
The pathos of man is that he hungers for personal fulfillment and for a sense of community with others.
Husbands are awkward things to deal with; even keeping them in hot water will not make them tender.
Thus 'tis with all; their chief and constant care Is to seem everything but what they are.
Thou hast prevariated with thy friend, By underhand contrivances undone me: And while my open nature trusted in thee, Thou hast stept in between me and my hopes, And ravish'd from me all my soul held dear. Thou hast betray'd me.
We are oft to blame in this, 'Tis too much proved, that with devotion's visage And pious action we do sugar o'er The devil himself.
Away, and mock the time with fairest show; False face must hide what the false heart doth khow.
O, what may man within him hide, Though angel on the outward side!
O serpent heart, hid with a flow'ring face! Did ever dragon keep so fair a cave?
So smooth he daubed his vice with show of virtue That, his apparent open guilt omitted-- I mean, his conversation with Shore's wife-- He lived from all attainder of suspects.
The true hypocrite is the one who ceases to perceive his deception, the one who lies with sincerity.
With people of limited ability modesty is merely honesty. But with those who possess great talent it is hypocrisy.
It is not once nor twice but times without number that the same ideas make their appearance in the world.
It is better to entertain an idea than to take it home to live with you for the rest of your life.
We know that the nature of genius is to provide idiots with ideas twenty years later.
Were't not affection chains thy tender days To the sweet glances of thy honored love, I rather would entreat thy company To see the wonders of the world abroad Than, living dully sluggardized at home, Wear out thy youth with shapeless idleness.
Their only labour was to kill the time; And labour dire it is, and weary woe, They sit, they loll, turn o'er some idle rhyme, Then, rising sudden, to the glass they go, Or saunter forth, with tottering steps and slow.
A man may live long, and die at last in ignorance of many truths, which his mind was capable of knowing, and that with certainty.
Naivete in grownups is often charming; but when coupled with vanity it is indistinguishable from stupidity.
Don't part with your illusions. When they are gone you may still exist, but you have ceased to live.
. . . his master was in a manner always in a wrong Boxe and building castels in the ayre or catching Hares with Tabers.
There is nothing more fearful than imagination without taste. [Ger., Es ist nichts furchterlicher als Einbildungskraft ohne Geschmack.]
Seem'd washing his hand with invisible soap In imperceptible water.
He who has imagination without learning has wings but no feet. [Fr., Celui qui a de l'imagination sans erudition a des ailes, et n'a pas de pieds.]
