Thomas Love Peacock Quotes
There are two reasons for drinking wine...when you are thirsty, to cure it; the other, when you are not thirsty, to prevent it... prevention is better than cure.
Seamen three! what men be ye? Gotham's three Wise Men we be. Whither in your bowl so free? To rake the moon from out the sea. The bowl goes trim. The moon doth shine, And our ballast is old wine.
He kept at true good humor's mark The social flow of pleasure's tide: He never made a brow look dark, Nor caused a tear, but when he died.
Marriage may often be a stormy lake, but celibacy is almost always a muddy horsepond.
The mountain sheep are sweeter, But the valley sheep are fatter. We therefore deemed it meeter To carry off the latter.
I never failed to convince an audience that the best thing they could do was to go away.
Names are changed more readily than doctrines, and doctrines more readily than ceremonies.
Sir, I have quarrelled with my wife; and a man who has quarrelled with his wife is absolved from all duty to his country.
Nothing can be more obvious than that all animals were created solely and exclusively for the use of man.
The highest wisdom and the highest genius have been invariably accompanied with cheerfulness. We have sufficient proofs on record that Shakespeare and Socrates were the most festive companions.
How troublesome is day! It calls us from our sleep away; It bids us from our pleasant dreams awake, And sends us forth to keep or break Our promises to pay. How troublesome is day!
In a bowl to sea went wise men three, On a brilliant night of June: They carried a net, and their hearts were set On fishing up the moon.
Not drunk is he who from the floor - Can rise alone and still drink more; But drunk is They, who prostrate lies, Without the power to drink or rise.
My quarrel with him is, that his works contain nothing worth quoting; and a book that furnishes no quotations, is me judice, no book,—it is a plaything.
My thoughts by night are often filled With visions false as fair: For in the past alone, I build My castles in the air.
A book that furnishes no quotations, is me judice, no book, — it is a plaything.
Death comes to all. His cold and sapless hand Waves o'er the world, and beckons us away. Who shall resist the summons?
The critic does his utmost to blight genius in its infancy; that which rises in spite of him he will not see; and then he complains of the decline of literature.
When Scythrop grew up, he was sent, as usual, to a public school, where a little learning was painfully beaten into him, and from thence to the university, where it was carefully taken out of him.
Tea, late dinners and the French Revolution. I cannot exactly see the connection of ideas.
Time, the foe of man's dominion, Wheels around in ceaseless flight, Scattering from his hoary pinion Shades of everlasting night.
I almost think it is the ultimate destiny of science to exterminate the human race.
I like the immaterial world. I like to live among thoughts and images of the past and the possible, and even of the impossible, now and then.
