Every witticism is an inexact thought; that which is perfectly true is imperfectly witty. Walter Savage Landor More Quotes by Walter Savage Landor More Quotes From Walter Savage Landor Let a gentleman be known to have been cheated of twenty pounds, and it costs him forty a-year for the remainder of his life. Walter Savage Landor gentlemanpoundsyears 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. Walter Savage Landor would-bedreammay 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. Walter Savage Landor lightflowerbeauty Consult duty not events. Walter Savage Landor dutyeventsadvice How sweet and sacred idleness is! Walter Savage Landor idlenesssacredsweet There is no eloquence which does not agitate the soul. Walter Savage Landor eloquencesouldoe Everything that looks to the future elevates human nature. Walter Savage Landor futurehuman-naturelooks The writing of the wise are the only riches our posterity cannot squander. Walter Savage Landor wisdomwisewriting I strove with none; for none was worth my strife. Walter Savage Landor strifequarrels Clear writers, like fountains, do not seem so deep as they are; the turbid look the most profound. Walter Savage Landor writingprofoundlooks Authors are like cattle going to a fair: those of the same field can never move on without butting one another. Walter Savage Landor fieldswritingmoving In argument, truth always prevails finally; in politics, falsehood always. Walter Savage Landor argumentpoliticianpolitics O what a thing is age! Death without death's quiet. Walter Savage Landor agingagedeath Delay in justice is injustice. Walter Savage Landor delayinjusticejustice 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. Walter Savage Landor gratitudeheartsweet The most pernicious of absurdities is that weak, blind, stupid faith is better than the constant practice of every human virtue. Walter Savage Landor stupidpracticereligion 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. Walter Savage Landor whisperingearsfear The wise become as the unwise in the enchanted chambers of Power, whose lamps make every face the same colour. Walter Savage Landor politicalpowerwise 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. Walter Savage Landor eyesweetlife Cats ask plainly for what they want. Walter Savage Landor askscatwant
