“Every language is so full of its own proprieties that what is beautiful in one is often barbarous, nay, sometimes nonsense, in another.”

Affability, mildness, tenderness, and a word which I would fain bring back to its original signification of virtue,–I mean good-nature,–are of daily use; they are the bread of mankind and staff of life.

Mighty things from small beginnings grow.

But far more numerous was the herd of such, Who think too little, and who talk too much.

The thought of being nothing after death is a burden insupportable to a virtuous man.

Trust on and think To-morrow will repay; To-morrow’s falser than the former day; Lies worse; and while it says, we shall be blest With some new Joys, cuts off what we possest.

Better to hunt in fields, for health unbought, Than fee the doctor for a nauseous draught, The wise, for cure, on exercise depend; God never made his work for man to mend.

Tomorrow do thy worst, for I have lived today: Be fair or foul or rain or shine, The joys I have possessed in spite of fate are mine. Not heaven itself upon the past has power; But what has been has been, and I have had my hour.

By education most have been misled; So they believe, because they were bred. The priest continues where the nurse began, And thus the child imposes on the man.

If all the world be worth thy winning. / Think, oh think it worth enjoying: / Lovely Thaïs sits beside thee, / Take the good the gods provide thee.

Dancing is the poetry of the foot.

Lucky men are favorites of Heaven.

I saw myself the lambent easy light Gild the brown horror, and dispel the night.

Murder may pass unpunished for a time, But tardy justice will overtake the crime.

Take not away the life you cannot give: For all things have an equal right to live.

Virgil and Horace were the severest writers of the severest age.

They live too long who happiness outlive.

I don’t speak anything very well. The longer that you travel, you find out that you really don’t even need to speak the language to get around and get things done, to live in those places.

But we’ve got all the language wrong and made this divide between secularism and spirituality, whereas instead it’s about being human.

I expect that my readers have been to Europe, I expect them to have some feeling for a foreign language.

Language is the light of the mind.

The image is a great reminder how we create our world through interpretations made up of language and symbols.

Before we had mouths or language or hope, we still had love. I know it’s not much. But my god, it’s beautiful and on so many days it is enough.

Each man is contained and constrained, on entering social life, to fit his own life in, just as he fits his words and thoughts into a language that was formed without and before him and which is impervious to his power.

Entering the game, as it were, whether of belonging to a nation or of using a language.