Quotes
Quotes about Wit
Breathes there the man with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land! Whose heart hath ne'er within him burn'd, As home his footsteps he hath turn'd, From wandering on a foreign strand!
Fidelity purchased with money, money can destroy.
O, once in each man's life, at least, Good luck knocks at his door; And wit to seize the flitting guest Need never hunger more. But while the loitering idler waits Good luck beside his fire, The bold heart storms at fortune's gates, And conquers its desire.
A farmer travelling with his load Picked up a horseshoe on the road, And nailed if fast to his barn door, That luck might down upon him pour; That every blessing known in life Might crown his homestead and his wife, And never any kind of harm Descend upon his growing farm.
Farewell, good Salisbury, and good luck go with thee!
Ten years from now I plan to be sitting here, looking out over my land. I hope I'll be writing books, but if not, I'll be on my pond fishing with my kids. I feel like the luckiest guy I know.
To treat a poor wretch with a bottle of Burgundy, and fill his snuff-box, is like giving a pair of laced ruffles to a man that has never a shirt on his back.
Then there is that glorious Epicurean paradox, uttered by my friend, the Historian in one of his flashing moments: "Give us the luxuries of life, and we will dispense with its necessaries."
Give us the luxuries of life, and we will dispense with its necessities.
Every luxury must be paid for, and everything is a luxury, starting with being in the world.
Give us the luxuries of life, and we will dispense with its necessaries.
Give us the luxuries of life and we'll dispense with the necessaries.
Some truth there was, but dash'd and brew'd with lies, To please the fools, and puzzle all the wise.
Urge him with truth to frame his fair replies; And sure he will; for wisdom never lies.
A lie with a purpose is one of the worst kind, and the most profitable.
A liar begins with making falsehood appear like truth and ends with making truth itself appear like falsehood.
There are people who exaggerate so much that they can't tell the truth without lying.
The universe is full of magical things patiently waiting for our wits to grow sharper.
One, with God, is always a majority, but many a martyr has been burned at the stake while the votes were being counted.
Cursed Mammon be, when he with treasures To restless action spurs our fate! Cursed when for soft, indulgent leisures, He lays for us the pillows straight.
Ye children of man! whose life is a span Protracted with sorrow from day to day, Naked and featherless, feeble and querulous, Sickly, calamitous creatures of clay.
For thou hast made him a little lower than the angels, and hast crowned him with glory and honour.
Man is a special being, and if left to himself, in an isolated condition, would be one of the weakest creatures; but associated with his kind, he works wonders.
Each of us inevitable; Each of us limitless - each of us with his or her right upon the earth; Each of us allowed the eternal purports of the earth; Each of us here as divinely as any is here. -Walt Whitman.
Good manners have much to do with emotions. To make them ring true, one must feel them, not merely exhibit them.
