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Whatever Is Worthy To Be Loved For Anything Is Worthy Of Preservation. A Wise And Dispassionate Legislator, If Any Such Should Ever Arise Among Men, Will Not Condemn To Death Him Who Has Done Or Is Likely To Do More Service Than Injury To Society. Blocks And Gibbets Are The Nearest Objects With Legislators, And Their Business Is Never With Hopes Or With Virtues.

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Whatever Is Worthy To

Walter Savage Landor

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Whatever Is Worthy To Be Loved For Anything Is Worthy Of Preservation. A Wise And Dispassionate Legislator, If Any Such Should Ever Arise Among Men, Will Not Condemn To Death Him Who Has Done Or Is Likely To Do More Service Than Injury To Society. Blocks And Gibbets Are The Nearest Objects With Legislators, And Their Business Is Never With Hopes Or With Virtues.

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Truth Is A Point, The Subtlest And Finest; Harder Than Adamant; Never To Be Broken, Worn Away, Or Blunted. Its Only Bad Quality Is, That It Is Sure To Hurt Those Who Touch It; And Likely To Draw Blood, Perhaps The Life Blood, Of Those Who Press Earnestly Upon It.

There Is No Easy Path Leading Out Of Life, And Few Are The Easy Ones That Lie Within It.

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Moroseness Is The Evening Of Turbulence.

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In Honest Truth, A Name Given To A Man Is No Better Than A Skin Given To Him; What Is Not Natively His Own Falls Off And Comes To Nothing.

We Are Poor, Indeed, When We Have No Half-wishes Left Us. The Heart And The Imagination Close The Shutters The Instant They Are Gone.

It Appears To Be Among The Laws Of Nature, That The Mighty Of Intellect Should Be Pursued And Carped By The Little, As The Solitary Flight Of One Great Bird Is Followed By The Twittering Petulance Of Many Smaller.

If There Were No Falsehood In The World, There Would Be No Doubt, If There Were No Doubt, There Would Be No Inquiry; If No Inquiry, No Wisdom, No Knowledge, No Genius; And Fancy Herself Would Lie Muffled Up In Her Robe, Inactive, Pale, And Bloated.

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Every Witticism Is An Inexact Thought; That Which Is Perfectly True Is Imperfectly Witty.

True Wit, To Every Man, Is That Which Falls On Another.

Circumstances Form The Character; But, Like Petrifying Matters, They Harden While They Form.

God Scatters Beauty As He Scatters Flowers O'er The Wide Earth, And Tells Us All Are Ours. A Hundred Lights In Every Temple Burn, And At Each Shrine I Bend My Knee In Turn.

Everything That Looks To The Future Elevates Human Nature; For Never Is Life So Low Or So Little As When Occupied With The Present.

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I Would Recommend A Free Commerce Both Of Matter And Mind. I Would Let Men Enter Their Own Churches With The Same Freedom As Their Own Houses; And I Would Do It Without A Homily Or Graciousness Or Favor, For Tyranny Itself Is To Me A Word Less Odious Than Toleration.

Solitude Is The Audience-chamber Of God.

A Man's Vanity Tells Him What Is Honor, A Man's Conscience What Is Justice.

Other Offences, Even The Greatest, Are The Violation Of One Law: Despotism Is The Violation Of All.

Merit Has Rarely Risen Of Itself, But A Pebble Or A Twig Is Often Quite Sufficient For It To Spring From To The Highest Ascent. There Is Usually Some Baseness Before There Is Any Elevation.

No Ashes Are Lighter Than Those Of Incense, And Few Things Burn Out Sooner.

The Writing Of The Wise Are The Only Riches Our Posterity Cannot Squander.

Wisdom Consisteth Not In Knowing Many Things, Nor Even In Knowing Them Thoroughly; But In Choosing And In Following What Conduces The Most Certainly To Our Lasting Happiness And True Glory.

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All Schools Of Philosophy, And Almost All Authors, Are Rather To Be Frequented For Exercise Than For Weight.

When The Mind Loses Its Feeling For Elegance, It Grows Corrupt And Groveling, And Seeks In The Crowd What Ought To Be Found At Home.

Life Is But Sighs; And, When They Cease, 'tis Over.

He Who First Praises A Book Becomingly Is Next In Merit To The Author.

O What A Thing Is Age! Death Without Death's Quiet.

Life And Death Appear More Certainly Ours Than Whatsoever Else; And Yet Hardly Can That Be Called Ours, Which Comes Without Our Knowledge, And Goes Without It.

That Which Moveth The Heart Most Is The Best Poetry; It Comes Nearest Unto God, The Source Of All Power.

The Happiest Of Pillows Is Not That Which Love First Presses! It Is That Which Death Has Frowned On And Passed Over.

A Mercantile Democracy May Govern Long And Widely; A Mercantile Aristocracy Cannot Stand.

Tyrants Never Perish From Tyranny, But Always From Folly,-when Their Fantasies Have Built Up A Palace For Which The Earth Has No Foundation.

I Warmed Both Hands Before The Fire Of Life; It Sinks, And I Am Ready To Depart.

Every Sect Is A Moral Check On Its Neighbour. Competition Is As Wholesome In Religion As In Commerce.

He Who Brings Ridicule To Bear Against Truth Finds In His Hand A Blade Without A Hilt.

Immoderate Power, Like Other Intemperance, Leaves The Progeny Weaker And Weaker, Until Nature As In Compassion Covers It With Her Mantle And It Is Seen No More.

A True Philosopher Is Beyond The Reach Of Fortune.

Despotism Sits Nowhere So Secure As Under The Effigy And Ensigns Of Freedom.

Cats Like Men Are Flatterers.

In The Morn Of Life We Are Alert, We Are Heated In Its Noon, And Only In Its Decline Do We Repose.

He Who Brings Ridicule To Bear Against Truth Finds In His Hand A Blade Without A Hilt. The Most Sparkling And Pointed Flame Of Wit Flickers And Expires Against The Incombustible Walls Of Her Sanctuary.

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No Truer Word, Save God's, Was Ever Spoken, Than That The Largest Heart Is Soonest Broken.

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Absurdities Are Great Or Small In Proportion To Custom Or Insuetude.

Cats Ask Plainly For What They Want.

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No Thoroughly Occupied Person Was Ever Found Really Miserable.

Hope Is The Mother Of Faith.

Wherever There Is Excessive Wealth, There Is Also In The Train Of It Excessive Poverty.

When We Play The Fool, How Widethe Theatre Expands! Beside,how Long The Audience Sits Before Us!how Many Prompters! What A Chorus!

Study Is The Bane Of Childhood, The Oil Of Youth, The Indulgence Of Adulthood, And A Restorative In Old Age.

Was Genius Ever Ungrateful? Mere Talents Are Dry Leaves, Tossed Up And Down By Gusts Of Passion, And Scattered And Swept Away; But, Genius Lies On The Bosom Of Memory, And Gratitude At Her Feet.

Modesty And Diffidence Make A Man Unfit For Public Affairs; They Also Make Him Unfit For Brothels.

I Sometimes Think That The Most Plaintive Ditty Has Brought A Fuller Joy And Of Longer Duration To Its Composer That The Conquest Of Persia To The Macedonian.

Teach Him To Live Unto God And Unto Thee; And He Will Discover That Women, Like The Plants In Woods, Derive Their Softness And Tenderness From The Shade.

In The Hours Of Distress And Misery, The Eyes Of Every Mortal Turn To Friendship; In The Hours Of Gladness And Conviviality, What Is Our Want? It Is Friendship. When The Heart Overflows With Gratitude, Or With Any Other Sweet Or Sacred Sentiment, What Is The Word To Which It Would Give Utterance? A Friend.

This Is The Pleasantest Part Of Life. Oblivion Throws Her Light Coverlet Over Our Infancy; And, Soon After We Are Out Of The Cradle We Forget How Soundly We Had Been Slumbering, And How Delightful Were Our Dreams. Toil And Pleasure Contend For Us Almost The Instant We Rise From It: And Weariness Follows Whichever Has Carried Us Away. We Stop Awhile, Look Around Us, Wonder To Find We Have Completed The Circle Of Existence, Fold Our Arms, And Fall Asleep Again.

Around The Child Bend All The Threesweet Graces: Faith, Hope, Charity.around The Man Bend Other Faces;pride, Envy, Malice, Are His Graces.

An Ingenuous Mind Feels In Unmerited Praise The Bitterest Reproof. If You Reject It You Are Unhappy, If You Accept It You Are Undone.

Children Are What The Mothers Are.

The Highest Price We Can Pay For Anything; Is To Ask It.

Those Who Are Quite Satisfied Sit Still And Do Nothing; Those Who Are Not Quite Satisfied Are The Sole Benefactors Of The World.

What Is Companionship Where Nothing That Improves The Intellect Is Communicated, And Where The Larger Heart Contracts Itself To The Model And Dimension Of The Smaller?

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I Hate False Words, And Seek With Care, Difficulty, And Moroseness, Those That Fit The Thing.

As We Sometimes Find One Thing While We Are Looking For Another, So, If Truth Escaped Me, Happiness And Contentment Fell In My Way.

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It Often Comes Into My Head That We May Dream When We Are Dead, But I Am Far From Sure We Do. O That It Were So! Then My Rest Would Be Indeed Among The Blest; I Should For Ever Dream Of You.

Happiness, Like Air And Water, The Other Two Great Requisites Of Life, Is Composite. One Kind Of It Suits One Man, Another Kind Another. The Elevated Mind Takes In And Breathes Out Again That Which Would Be Uncongenial To The Baser; And The Baser Draws Life And Enjoyment From That Which Would Be Putridity To The Loftier.

A Great Man Knows The Value Of Greatness; He Dares Not Hazard It, He Will Not Squander It.

Old Trees In Their Living State Are The Only Things That Money Cannot Command.

We May Receive So Much Light As Not To See, And So Much Philosophy As To Be Worse Than Foolish.

Vast Objects Of Remote Altitude Must Be Looked At A Long While Before They Are Ascertained. Ages Are The Telescope Tubes That Must Be Lengthened Out For Shakespeare; And Generations Of Men Serve But A Single Witness To His Claims.

Virtue Is Presupposed In Friendship.

Even The Weakest Disputant Is Made So Conceited By What He Calls Religion, As To Think Himself Wiser Than The Wisest Who Thinks Differently From Him.

What Is Reading But Silent Conversation?

The Sublime Is Contained In A Grain Of Dust.

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Authors Are Like Cattle Going To A Fair: Those Of The Same Field Can Never Move On Without Butting One Another.

But I Have Sinuous Shells Of Pearly Hue Within, And They That Lustre Have Imbibed In The Sun's Palace-porch, Where When Unyoked Chariot-wheel Stands Midway In The Wave: Shake One, And It Awakens; Then Apply Its Polisht Lips To Your Attentive Ear, And It Remembers Its August Abodes, And Murmurs As The Ocean Murmurs There.

There Is Delight In Singing, Though None Hear Beside The Singer.

Fame Often Rests At First Upon Something Accidental, And Often, Too, Is Swept Away, Or For A Time Removed; But Neither Genius Nor Glory, Is Conferred At Once, Nor Do They Glimmer And Fall, Like Drops In A Grotto, At A Shout.

Patience, Piety, And Salutary Knowledge Spring Up And Ripen Under The Harrow Of Affliction; Before There Is Wine Or Oil, The Grape Must Be Trodden And The Oil Pressed.

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Death Stands Above Me, Whispering Low I Know Not What Into My Ear; Of His Strange Language All I Know Is, There Is Not A Word Of Fear.

The Sweetest Souls, Like The Sweetest Flowers, Soon Canker In Cities, And No Purity Is Rarer There Than The Purity Of Delight.

When A Woman Hath Ceased To Be Quite The Same To Us, It Matters Little How Different She Becomes.

Fleas Know Not Whether They Are Upon The Body Of A Giant Or Upon One Of Ordinary Size.

Experience Is Our Only Teacher Both In War And Peace.

A Little Praise Is Good For A Shy Temper; It Teaches It To Rely On The Kindness Of Others.

The Moderate Are Not Usually The Most Sincere, For The Same Circumspection Which Makes Them Moderate Makes Them Likewise Retentive Of What Could Give Offence.

We Enter Our Studies, And Enjoy A Society Which We Alone Can Bring Together. We Raise No Jealousy By Conversing With One In Preference To Another; We Give No Offence To The Most Illustrious By Questioning Him As Long As We Will, And Leaving Him As Abruptly. Diversity Of Opinion Raises No Tumult In Our Presence: Each Interlocutor Stands Before Us, Speaks Or Is Silent, And We Adjourn Or Decide The Business At Our Leisure.

Prose On Certain Occasions Can Bear A Great Deal Of Poetry; On The Other Hand, Poetry Sinks And Swoons Under A Moderate Weight Of Prose.

O Music! How It Grieves Me That Imprudence, Intemperance, Gluttony, Should Open Their Channels Into Thy Sacred Stream.

Consciousness Of Error Is, To A Certain Extent, A Consciousness Of Understanding; And Correction Of Error Is The Plainest Proof Of Energy And Mastery.

Wise Or Unwise, Who Doubts For A Moment That Contentment Is The Cause Of Happiness? Yet The Inverse Is True: We Are Contented Because We Are Happy, And Not Happy Because We Are Contented. Well-regulated Minds May Be Satisfied With A Small Portion Of Happiness; None Can Be Happy With A Small Portion Of Content.

Many Love Music But For Music's Sake, Many Because Her Touches Can Awake Thoughts That Repose Within The Breast Half-dead, And Rise To Follow Where She Loves To Lead. What Various Feelings Come From Days Gone By! What Tears From Far-off Sources Dim The Eye! Few, When Light Fingers With Sweet Voices Play, And Melodies Swell, Pause, And Melt Away, Mind How At Every Touch, At Every Tone, A Spark Of Life Hath Glistened And Hath Gone.

I See The Rainbow In The Sky, The Dew Upon The Grass; I See Them, And I Ask Not Why They Glimmer Or They Pass. With Folded Arms I Linger Not To Call Them Back; 'twere Vain: In This, Or In Some Other Spot, I Know They'll Shine Again.

The Wise Become As The Unwise In The Enchanted Chambers Of Power, Whose Lamps Make Every Face The Same Colour.

The Vain Poet Is Of The Opinion That Nothing Of His Can Be Too Much: He Sends To You Basketful After Basketful Of Juiceless Fruit, Covered With Scentless Flowers.

We Are No Longer Happy So Soon As We Wish To Be Happier.

Next In Criminality To Him Who Violates The Laws Of His Country, Is He Who Violates The Language.

I Delight In The Diffusion Of Learning; Yet, I Must Confess It, I Am Most Gratified And Transported At Finding A Large Quantity Of It In One Place; Just As I Would Rather Have A Solid Pat Of Butter At Breakfast, Than A Splash Of Grease Upon The Table-cloth That Covers Half Of It.

Friendship Is A Vase, Which, When It Is Flawed By Heat, Or Violence, Or Accident, May As Well Be Broken At Once; It Can Never Be Trusted After.

Wrong Is But Falsehood Put In Practice.

There Is A Desire Of Property In The Sanest And Best Men, Which Nature Seems To Have Implanted As Conservative Of Her Works, And Which Is Necessary To Encourage And Keep Alive The Arts.

The Spirit Of Greece, Passing Through And Ascending Above The World, Hath So Animated Universal Nature, That The Very Rocks And Woods, The Very Torrents And Wilds Burst Forth With It.

The Present, Like A Note In Music, Is Nothing But As It Appertains To What Is Past And What Is To Come.

I Never Did A Single Wise Thing In The Whole Course Of My Existence, Although I Have Written Many Which Have Been Thought So.

Sculpture And Painting Are Moments Of Life; Poetry Is Life Itself.

Great Men Always Pay Deference To Greater.

We Fancy We Suffer From Ingratitude, While In Reality We Suffer From Self-love.

Fame, They Tell You, Is Air; But Without Air There Is No Life For Any; Without Fame There Is None For The Best.

Everything That Looks To The Future Elevates Human Nature.

Cruelty Is The Highest Pleasure To The Cruel Man; It Is His Love.

The Foundation Of Domestic Happiness Is Faith In The Virtue Of Woman.

Something Of The Severe Hath Always Been Appertaining To Order And To Grace; And The Beauty That Is Not Too Liberal Is Sought The Most Ardently, And Loved The Longest.

We Cannot Conquer Fate And Necessity, Yet We Can Yield To Them In Such A Manner As To Be Greater Than If We Could.

When A Cat Flatters ... He Is Not Insincere: You May Safely Take It For Real Kindness.

Democracy Is Always The Work Of Kings. Ashes, Which In Themselves Are Sterile, Fertilize The Land They Are Cast Upon.

There Is Nothing On Earth Divine Except Humanity.

Heat And Animosity, Contest And Conflict, May Sharpen The Wits, Although They Rarely Do; They Never Strengthen The Understanding, Clear The Perspicacity, Guide The Judgment, Or Improve The Heart.

Ambition Does Not See The Earth She Treads On: The Rock And The Herbage Are Of One Substance To Her.

In Argument, Truth Always Prevails Finally; In Politics, Falsehood Always.

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