Weak men are apt to be cruel.
George Savile
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Weak men are apt to be cruel.
George Savile
Men are not hang’d for stealing Horses, but that Horses may not be stolen.
George Savile
A Man may dwell so long upon a Thought, that it may take him Prisoner.
George Savile
Always judge your fellow passengers to be the opposite of what they strive to appear to be.
For instance, a military man is not quarrelsome, for no man doubts his courage; but a snob is.
A clergyman is not over strait- laced, for his piety is not questioned; but a cheat is.
A lawyer is not apt to be argumentative; but an actor is.
A woman that is all smiles and graces is a vixen at heart : snakes fascinate.
A stranger that is obsequious and over-civil without apparent cause is treacherous: cats that purr are apt to bite and scratch.
Pride is one thing, assumption is another; the latter must always get the cold shoulder, for whoever shews it is no gentleman: men never affect to be what they are, but what they are not. The only man who really is what he appears to be is — a gentleman.
Thomas Chandler Haliburton
Little soul, you charming little wanderer, my body’s guest and partner,
where are you off to now?
somewhere without colour, savage and bare;
You’ll crack no more of your jokes once you’re there.
Emperor Hadrian
God’s Garden
THE Lord God planted a garden
In the first white days of the world,
And He set there an angel warden
In a garment of light enfurled.
So near to the peace of Heaven,
That the hawk might nest with the wren,
For there in the cool of the even
God walked with the first of men.
And I dream that these garden closes
With their shade and their sun-flecked sod
And their lilies and bowers of roses,
Were laid by the hand of God.
The kiss of the sun for pardon,
The song of the birds for mirth, –
One is nearer God’s heart in a garden
Than anywhere else on earth.
For He broke it for us in a garden
Under the olive-trees
Where the angel of strength was the warden
And the soul of the world found ease.
Dorothy Frances Gurney
Autobiography—that unrivalled vehicle for telling the truth about other people.
Philip Guedalla
History repeats itself: historians repeat each other.
Philip Guedalla
Of all the heavenly gifts that mortal men commend,
What trusty treasure in the world can countervail a friend?
Nicholas Grimald
A place in thy memory, dearest,
Is all that I claim;
To pause and look back when thou hearest
The sound of my name.
Gerald Griffin