Walter Savage Landor - Quotes

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

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

Kindness in ourselves is the honey that blunts the sting of unkindness in another. ---->>>

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Men, like nails, lose their usefulness when they lose their direction and begin to bend. ---->>>

Delay in justice is injustice. ---->>>

Even the weakest disputant is made so conceited by what he calls religion, as to think himself wiser than the wisest who think differently from him. ---->>>

Great men always pay deference to greater. ---->>>

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

No thoroughly occupied person was ever found really miserable. ---->>>

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

The writing of the wise are the only riches our posterity cannot squander. ---->>>

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. ---->>>

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

The Siren waits thee, singing song for song. ---->>>

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

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

Ambition is but avarice on stilts, and masked. ---->>>

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

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

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

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

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

We talk on principal, but act on motivation. ---->>>

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

My thoughts are my company; I can bring them together, select them, detain them, dismiss them. ---->>>

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

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. ---->>>

There is nothing on earth divine except humanity. ---->>>

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

An ingenuous mind feels in unmerited praise the bitterest reproof. ---->>>

Consult duty not events. ---->>>

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

Biography

Nationality: English
Born: January 30, 1775
Birthplace:
Die: September 17, 1864
Occupation: Poet
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Walter Savage Landor (30 January 1775 – 17 September 1864) was an English writer and poet. His best known works were the prose Imaginary Conversations, and the poem Rose Aylmer, but the critical acclaim he received from contemporary poets and reviewers was not matched by public popularity. As remarkable as his work was, it was equalled by his rumbustious character and lively temperament (wikipedia)