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A man's opinion of danger varies at different times, in consequence of an irregular tide of animal spirits; and he is actuated by considerations which he dares not avow.
Facts are stubborn things.
False as the fowler's artful snare.
Glory is the fair child of peril.
Nature and wisdom are not, but should be, companions.
Nature I'll court in her sequester'd haunts,
By mountain, meadow, streamlet, grove, or cell;
Where the pois'd lark his evening ditty chants,
And health, and peace, and contemplation dwell.
Not to the ensanguin'd field of death alone
Is valor limited: she sits serene
In the deliberate council, sagely scans
The source of action: weighs, prevents, provides,
And scorns to count her glories, from the feats
Of brutal force alone.
Opposition is the very spur of love.
Ridiculous modes, invented by ignorance, and adopted by folly.
To the valiant actions speak alone.
True courage scorns to vent her prowess in a storm of words; and to the valiant action speaks alone.
Who bravely dares must sometimes risk a fall.
One wit, like a knuckle ham in soup, gives a zest and flavour to the dish, but more than one serves only to spoil the pottage.
- Humphrey Clinker [Wit]
And hearts resolved and hands prepared
The blessings they enjoy to guard.
- Humphry Clinker--Ode to Leven Water
The great Cham of literature. (Samuel Johnson)
- Letter to Wilkes [Literature]
Thy spirit, Independence, let me share!
Lord of the lion-heart and eagle-eye,
Thy steps I follow with my bosom bare,
Nor heed the storm that howls along the sky.
- Ode to Independence (l. 1) [Independence]
Deep in the frozen regions of the north,
A goddess violated brought thee forth,
- Ode to Independence (l. 5) [Liberty]
On Leven's banks, while free to rove,
And tune the rural pipe to love,
I envied not the happiest swain
That ever trod the Arcadian plain.
Pure stream! in whose transparent wave
My youthful limbs I wont to lave;
No torrents stain thy limpid source,
No rocks impede thy dimpling course,
That sweetly warbles o'er its bed,
With white, round, polish'd pebbles spread.
- Ode to Leven Water [Leven River]
In a certain county of England, bounded on one side by the sea, and at the distance of one hundred miles from the metropolis, lived Gamaliel Pickle Esq; the father of that hero whose adventures we propose to record.
- Peregrine Pickle [Books (First Lines)]
Number three is always fortunate.
- Peregrine Pickle,
quoted as a well-known proverb
A mere index hunter, who held the eel of science by the tail.
- Peregrine Pickle (ch. XLIII) [Science]
He will be weighed again
At the Great Day,
His rigging refitted,
And his timbers repaired,
And with one broadside
Make his adversary
Strike in his turn.
- Peregrine Pickle (vol. III, ch. VII),
Epitaph on Commodore Trunnion [Epitaphs]
Thy fatal shafts unerring move;
I bow before this altar, Love!
- Roderick Random (ch. XL, st. 1) [Love]
I was born in the northern part of this united kingdom, in the house of my grandfather; a gentleman of considerable fortune and influence, who had, on many occasions, signalised himself in behalf of his country; and was remarkable for his abilities in the law, which he exercised with great success, in the station of a judge, particularly against beggars, for whom he had a singular aversion.
- The Adventures of Roderick Random
[Books (First Lines)]
Every shot has its commission, d'ye see? We must all die at one time, as the saying is.
- The Reprisal (act III, 8) [War]