It is not enough to be busy. So are the ants. The question is: What are we busy about? |
It is not enough to be industrious; so are the ants. What are you industrious about? |
It is not so desirable to cultivate a respect for the law, so much as for the right |
It is not worth while to go round the world to count the cats in Zanzibar |
It is only when we forget all our learning that we begin to know. |
It is pleasant to have been to a place the way a river went. |
It is remarkable how easily and insensibly we fall into a particular route, and make a beaten track for ourselves |
It is something to be able to paint a particular picture, or to carve a statue, and so to make a few objects beautiful; but it is far more glorious to carve and paint the very atmosphere and medium through which we look, which morally we can do. To affect the quality of the day, that is the highest of arts. |
It is the greatest of all advantages to enjoy no advantage at all. |
It is the marriage of the soul with Nature that makes the intellect fruitful, and gives birth to imagination. |
It is true, I never assisted the sun materially in his rising, but doubt not, it was of the last importance only to be present at it |
It is usually the imagination that is wounded first, rather than the heart; it being much more sensitive. |
It is what a man thinks of himself that really determines his fate. |
It requires nothing less than a chivalric feeling to sustain a conversation with a lady. |
It seems to me that the god that is commonly worshipped in civilized countries is not at all divine, though he bears a divine name, but is the overwhelming authority and respectability of mankind combined. Men reverence one another, not yet God. |