Top 41 Thomas Love Peacock Quotes
#1. 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.
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#2. Marriage may often be a stormy lake, but celibacy is almost always a muddy horse pond.
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#3. There are two reasons for drinking: one is, when you are thirsty, to cure it; the other, when you are not thirsty, to prevent it.
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#5. 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.
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#6. There is a time for every thing under the sun. You may as well dine first, and be miserable afterwards.
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#7. Man yields to death; and man's sublimest works
Must yield at length to Time.
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#8. Raven: The Reverend Mr Larynx has been called off on duty, to marry or bury (I don't know which) some unfortunate person or persons, at Claydyke: ...
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#9. The explanation, said Mr Glowry, is very satisfactory. The Great Mogul has taken lodgings at Kensington, and the external part of the ear is a cartilaginous funnel.
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#10. 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.
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#11. On the top of Cadair Idris,
I felt how happy a man might be
with a little money and a sane intellect,
and reflected with astonishment and pity
on the madness of the multitude.
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#12. Mr Flosky suddenly stopped: he found himself unintentionally trespassing within the limits of common sense.
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#13. But though first love's impassioned blindness Has passed away in colder light, I still have thought of you with kindness, And shall do, till our last goodnight. The ever-rolling silent hours Will bring a time we shall not know, When our young days of gathering flowers Will be an hundred years ago.
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#14. The present is our own; but while we speak,
We cease from its possession, and resign
The stage we tread on, to another race,
As vain, and gay, and mortal as ourselves.
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#16. 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.
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#17. Is ours a government of the people, by the people, for the people, or a kakistocracy rather, for the benefit of knaves at the cost of fools?
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#19. I never failed to convince an audience that the best thing they could do was to go away.
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#20. Now I should rather suppose there is no reason for it: it is the fashion to be unhappy. To have a reason for being so would be exceedingly commonplace: to be so without any is the province of genius.
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#21. Where the Greeks had modesty, we have cant; where they had poetry, we have cant; where they had patriotism, we have cant; where they had anything that exalts, delights, or adorns humanity, we have nothing but cant, cant, cant.
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#23. 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.
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#24. Surely not without reason, when pirates, highwaymen, and other varieties of the extensive genus Marauder, are the only beau ideal of the active, as splenetic and railing misanthropy is of the speculative energy.
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#25. Tea, late dinners and the French Revolution. I cannot exactly see the connection of ideas.
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#26. She discovered, when it was too late, that she had mistaken the means for the end - that riches, rightly used, are instruments of happiness, but are not in themselves happiness.
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#27. I almost think it is the ultimate destiny of science to exterminate the human race.
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#28. Modern literature is a north-east wind
a blight of the human soul. I take credit to myself for having helped to make it so. The way to produce fine fruit is to blight the flower. You call this a paradox. Marry, so be it.
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#29. The juice of the grape is the liquid quintessence of concentrated sunbeams.
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#30. If we go on in this way, we shall have a new art of poetry, of which one of the first rules will be: To remember to forget that there are any such things as sunshine and music in the world.
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#31. Clouds on clouds, in volumes driven, curtain round the vault of heaven.
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#32. Names are changed more readily than doctrines, and doctrines more readily than ceremonies.
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#33. Sir, I have quarrelled with my wife; and a man who has quarrelled with his wife is absolved from all duty to his country.
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#34. We wither from our youth; we gasp with unslaked thirst for unattainable good; lured from the first to the last by phantoms - love, fame, ambition, avarice - all idle, and all ill - one meteor of many names, that vanishes in the smoke of death.[8]
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#35. 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; and he was sent home like a well-threshed ear of corn, with nothing in his head.
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#36. Nothing can be more obvious than that all animals were created solely and exclusively for the use of man.
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#38. I perceive , Sir , you are one of those who love an authority more than a reason
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#39. The mountain sheep are sweeter, But the valley sheep are fatter. We therefore deemed it meeter To carry off the latter.
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#40. My thoughts by night are often filled With visions false as fair: For in the past alone, I build My castles in the air.
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#41. Time, the foe of man's dominion,
Wheels around in ceaseless flight,
Scattering from his hoary pinion
Shades of everlasting night.
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