Quotes, Quotations and Sayings

For somehow this is tyranny's disease, to trust no friends.

O Death the Healer, scorn thou not, I pray, To come to me: of cureless ills thou art The one physician. Pain lays not its touch Upon a corpse.

Bronze is the mirror of the form wine, of the heart.

Call no man happy till he is dead.

Memory is the mother of all wisdom.

Wisdom comes alone through suffering.

Few men have the natural strength to honour a friend's success without envy.

It is always in season for old men to learn.

Only when man's life comes to its end in prosperity can one call that man happy.

There are times when fear is good. It must keep its watchful place at the heart's controls. There is advantage in the wisdom won from pain.

In every tyrant's heart there springs in the end this poison, that he cannot trust a friend.

There is no pain so great as the memory of joy in present grief.

God loves to help him who strives to help himself.

And even in our sleep pain that cannot forget falls drop by drop upon the heart, and in our own despair, against our will, comes wisdom to us by the awful grace of God.

For not many men, the proverb saith, can love a friend whom fortune prospereth unenvying.

"Honour thy father and thy mother' stands written among the three laws of most revered righteousness.

Who, except the gods, can live time through forever without any pain?

I know how men in exile feed on dreams of hope.

Words are the physicians of the mind diseased.

It is in the character of very few men to honor without envy a friend who has prospered.

He who goes unenvied shall not be admired.

There is no sickness worse for me than words that to be kind must lie.

Every ruler is harsh whose laws is new.

When a match has equal partners then I fear not.

The man whose authority is recent is always stern.

It is not the oath that makes us believe the man, but the man the oath.

When a man's willing and eager the god's join in.

When one is willing and eager, the Gods join in.

Death is softer by far than tyranny.

Time as he grows old teaches all things.

It is easy when we are in prosperity to give advice to the afflicted.

The reward of suffering is experience.

It is a profitable thing, if one is wise, to seem foolish.

His resolve is not to seem, but to be, the best.

Destiny waits alike for the free man as well as for him enslaved by another's might.

In war, truth is the first casualty.

Death is better, a milder fate than tyranny.

The future you shall know when it has come before then forget it.

A prosperous fool is a grievous burden.

The meaning I picked, the one that changed my life Overcome fear, behold wonder.

Exiles feed on hope.

The wisest of the wise may err.

Time as he grows old teaches many lessons.

I would far rather be ignorant than wise in the foreboding of evil.

Sweet is a grief well ended.

Learning is ever in the freshness of its youth, even for the old.

What I want to fix your attention on is the vast overall movement towards the discrediting, and finally the elimination, of every kind of human excellence -- moral, cultural, social or intellectual. And is it not pretty to notice how 'democracy' (in the incantatory sense) is now doing for us the work that was once done by the most ancient dictatorships, and by the same methods The basic proposal of the new education is to be that dunces and idlers must not be made to feel inferior to intelligent and industrious pupils. That would be 'undemocratic.' Children who are fit to proceed may be artificially kept back, because the others would get a trauma by being left behind. The bright pupil thus remains democratically fettered to his own age group throughout his school career, and a boy who would be capable of tackling Aeschylus or Dante sits listening to his coeval's attempts to spell out A CAT SAT ON A MAT. We may reasonably hope for the virtual abolition of education when 'I'm as good as you' has fully had its way. All incentives to learn and all penalties for not learning will vanish. The few who might want to learn will be prevented who are they to overtop their fellows And anyway, the teachers -- or should I say nurses -- will be far too busy reassuring the dunces and patting them on the back to waste any time on real teaching. We shall no longer have to plan and toil to spread imperturbable conceit and incurable ignorance among men.