Charles Mackay Quotes

Water is the mother of the vine, the nurse and fountain of fecundity, the adorner and refresher of the world.

Men, it has been well said, think in herds; it will be seen that they go mad in herds, while they only recover their senses slowly, and one by one.

He who has mingled in the fray of duty that the brave endure, must have made foes. If you have none, small is the work that you have done.

An arrow may fly through the air and leave no trace; but an ill thought leaves a trail like a serpent.

Money, again, has often been a cause of the delusion of the multitudes. Sober nations have all at once become desperate gamblers, and risked almost their existence upon the turn of a piece of paper.

Nations, like individuals, cannot become desperate gamblers with impunity. Punishment is sure to overtake them sooner or later.

Some love to roam o'er the dark sea's foam, Where the shrill winds whistle free.

Extraordinary Popular Delusions and the Madness of Crowds

Every age has its peculiar folly: Some scheme, project, or fantasy into which it plunges, spurred on by the love of gain, the necessity of excitement, or the force of imitation.

But the sunshine aye shall light the sky, As round and round we run; And the truth shall ever come uppermost, And justice shall be done.

War in men's eyes shall be A monster of iniquity In the good time coming. Nations shall not quarrel then, To prove which is the stronger; Nor slaughter men for glory's sake; - Wait a little longer.

Tell me, ye wingèd winds That round my pathway roar, Know ye not some spot Where mortals weep no more?

Men of thought and men of action, clear the Way!

Truth . . . and if mine eyes Can bear its blaze, and trace its symmetries, Measure its distance, and its advent wait, I am no prophet - I but calculate.

Old Tubal Cain was a man of might In the days when earth was young.

There is no such thing as death. In nature nothing dies. From each sad remnant of decay, some forms of life arise so shall his life be taken away before he knoweth that he hath it.

There 's a good time coming, boys! A good time coming.

Aid the dawning, tongue and pen; Aid it, hopes of honest men!

If happy I and wretched he, Perhaps the king would change with me.

There is no such thing as death In nature nothing dies: From each sad moment of decay Some forms of life arise.

The smallest effort is not lost Each wavelet on the ocean tost Aids in the ebb-tide or the flow Each rain-drop makes some floweret blow Each struggle lessens human woe.