Quotes
Quotes about Wit
The dancing pair that simply sought renown,By holding out to tire each other down;The swain mistrustless of his smutted face,While secret laughter titter'd round the place;The bashful virgin's side-long looks of love,The matrons glance that would those looks reprove:These were thy charms, sweet village; sports like these,With sweet succession, taught e'en toil to please;These were thy bowers their cheerful influence shed,These were thy charmsâbut all these charms are fled. - Deserted Village, The.
But wherefore thou alone? Wherefore with theeCame not all hell broke loose? Is pain to themLess pain, less to be fled, or thou than theyLess hardy to endure? Courageous chief,The first in flight from pain, hadst thou allegedTo thy deserted host this cause of flight,Thou surely hadst not come sole fugitive. - Paradise Lost.
Great literature is simply language charged with meaning to the utmost possible degree.
You are educated when you have the ability to listen to almost anything without losing your temper or self-confidence.
For the high achievers, studying gave them the pleasing, absorbing challenge o flow 40 percent of the hours they spent at it. But for low achievers, studying produced flow only 16 percent of the time; more often that not, it yielded anxiety, with the demands outreaching their abilities.
There is no human reason why a child should not admire and emulate his teacher's ability to do sums, rather than the village bum's ability to whittle sticks and smoke cigarettes. The reason why the child does not is plain enoughâthe bum has put himself on an equality with him and the teacher has not.
Author: A fool, who, not content with having bored those who have lived with him, insists on tormenting the generations to come.
You, the Spirit of the Settlement! ... Not understand that America is God's crucible, the great melting-pot where all the races of Europe are melting and re-forming! Here, you stand, good folk, think I, when I see them at Ellis Island, here you stand in your fifty groups, with your fifty languages and histories, and your fifty blood hatreds and rivalries... - Melting Pot, The.
An understanding heart is everything is a teacher, and cannot be esteemed highly enough. One looks back with appreciation to the brilliant teachers, but with gratitude to those who touched our human feeling. The curriculum is so much necessary raw material, but warmth is the vital element for the growing plant and for the soul of the child.
People do not deserve to have good writings; they are so pleased with bad.
Universities incline wits to sophistry and affectation.
This novel is not to be tossed lightly aside, but hurled with great force.
I am never long, even in the society of her I love, without yearning for the company of my lamp and my library.
Do not worry about the incarnation of ideas. If you are a poet, your works will contain them without your knowledgeâthey will be both moral and national if you follow your inspiration freely.
Only the more rugged mortals should attempt to keep up with current literature.
The schoolmaster is abroad! And I trust to him armed with his primer against the soldier in full military array.
There is the view that poetry should improve your life. I think people confuse it with the Salvation Army.
Nay, 'tis in a manner done already; For many carriages he hath dispatched To the seaside, and put his cause and quarrel To the disposing of the cardinal; With whom yourself, myself, and other lords, If you think meet, this afternoon will post To consummate this business happily.
Better to be without logic than without feeling.
Logic is the art of going wrong with confidence.
A mighty mass of brick, and smoke, and shipping, Dirty and dusty, but as wide as eye Could reach, with here and there a sail just skipping In sight, then lost amidst the forestry Of masts; a wilderness of steeples peeping On tiptoe through their sea-coal canopy; A huge, dun cupola, like a foolscap crown On a fool's head--and there is London Town.
He was born within the sound of Bow-bell.
London! the needy villain's general home, The common sewer of Paris and of Rome! With eager thirst, by folly or by fate, Sucks in the dregs of each corrupted state.
The way was long and weary, But gallantly they strode, A country lad and lassie, Along the heavy road. The night was dark and stormy, But blithe of heart were they, For shining in the distance The lights of London lay. O gleaming lights of London, that gem of the city's crown; What fortunes be within you, O Lights of London Town!
He never is alone that is accompanied with noble thoughts. - Love's Cure, 1647.
