Quotes By Walter Savage Landor

We are no longer happy so soon as we wish to be happier.

We talk on principal, but act on motivation.

Delay in justice is injustice.

In argument, truth always prevails finally; in politics, falsehood always.

Study is the bane of childhood, the oil of youth, the indulgence of adulthood, and a restorative in old age.

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

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.

Great men always pay deference to greater.

Consult duty not events.

Music is God's gift to man, the only art of Heaven given to earth, the only art of earth we take to Heaven.

There is no easy path leading out of life, and few easy ones that lie within it.

An ingenuous mind feels in unmerited praise the bitterest reproof.

No thoroughly occupied person was ever found really miserable.

Many laws as certainly make bad men, as bad men make many laws.

Ambition has but one reward for all: A little power, a little transient fame; A grave to rest in, and a fading name!

The flame of anger, bright and brief, sharpens the barb of love.

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

Great men lose somewhat of their greatness by being near us; ordinary men gain much.

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

Everything that looks to the future elevates human nature.

I strove with none; for none was worth my strife.

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

There is delight in singing, though none hear beside the singer.

Ambition is but avarice on stilts, and masked.

Every sect is a moral check on its neighbour. Competition is as wholesome in religion as in commerce.

Goodness does not more certainly make men happy than happiness makes them good.

The wise become as the unwise in the enchanted chambers of Power, whose lamps make every face the same colour.

No ashes are lighter than those of incense, and few things burn out sooner.

There is nothing on earth divine except humanity.

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.