Walter Savage Landor Quotes - Page 2

A good cook is the peculiar gift of the gods. He must be a perfect creature from the brain to the palate, from the palate to the finger's end.

Delay in justice is injustice.

We listen to those whom we know to be of the same opinion as ourselves, and we call them wise for being of it; but we avoid such as differ from us.

Greatness, as we daily see it, is unsociable.

Those who are quite satisfied sit still and do nothing; those who are not quite satisfied are the sole benefactors of the world.

If in argument we can make a man angry with us, we have drawn him from his vantage ground and overcome him.

No friendship is so cordial or so delicious as that of girl for girl; no hatred so intense and immovable as that of woman for woman.

We fancy we suffer from ingratitude, while in reality we suffer from self-love.

We cannot be contented because we are happy, and we cannot be happy because we are contented.

The worse of ingratitude lies not in the ossified heart of him who commits it, but we find it in the effect it produces on him against whom it was committed.

That which moveth the heart most is the best poetry; it comes nearest unto God, the source of all power.

When a woman hath ceased to be quite the same to us, it matters little how different she becomes.

Truth, like the juice of the poppy, in small quantities, calms men; in larger, heats and irritates them, and is attended by fatal consequences in excess.

Life is but sighs; and, when they cease, 'tis over.

We talk on principal, but act on motivation.

Ambition is but avarice on stilts, and masked. God sometimes sends a famine, sometimes a pestilence, and sometimes a hero, for the chastisement of mankind; none of them surely for our admiration.

A man's vanity tells him what is honor, a man's conscience what is justice.

Principles do not mainly influence even the principled; we talk on principle, but we act on interest.

He who first praises a book becomingly is next in merit to the author.

I have since written what no tide Shall ever wash away, what men Unborn shall read o'er ocean wide And find Ianthe's name agen.

Hope is the mother of faith.

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.

He who brings ridicule to bear against truth finds in his hand a blade without a hilt.

Little men build up great ones, but the snow colossus soon melts; the good stand under the eye of God, and therefore stand.

Next in criminality to him who violates the laws of his country, is he who violates the language.