English Writer, Clergyman and Collector
Charles Caleb Colton
English Writer, Clergyman and Collector
Two things, well considered, would prevent many quarrels; first to have it well ascertained whether we are not disputing about terms rather than things; and secondly, to examine whether that on which we differ is worth contending about.
Truth can hardly be expected to adapt herself to the crooked policy and wily sinuosities of worldly affairs; for truth, like light, travel only in straight lines.
True friendship is like sound health; the value of it is seldom known until it is lost.
True contentment depends not upon what we have; a tub was large enough for Diogenes, but the world was too little for Alexander.
To-morrow! It is a period nowhere to be found in all the hoary registers of time, unless, perchance, in the fool's calendar. Wisdom disclaims the word, nor holds society with those who own it.
To sentence a man of true genius to the drudgery of a school is put a racehorse in a mill.
To know the pains of power, we must go to those who have it; to know its pleasures, we must go to those who are seeking it. The pains of power are real; its pleasures imaginary.
To know a man, observe how he wins his object, rather than how he loses it; for when we fail, our pride supports; when we succeed, it betrays us.
To dare to live alone is the rarest courage; since there are many who had rather meet their bitterest enemy in the field, than their own hearts in their closet.
To cure us of our immoderate love of gain, we should seriously consider how many goods there are that money will not purchase, and these the best; and how many evils there are that money will not remedy, and these the worst.
To be obliged to beg our daily happiness from others bespeaks a more lamentable poverty than that of him who begs his daily bread.
To admit that there is any such thing as chance, in the common acceptation of the term, would be to attempt to establish a power independent of God.
Times of general calamity and confusion have ever been productive of the greatest minds. The purest ore is produced from the hottest furnace, and the brightest thunderbolt is elicited from the darkest storm.
Time, the cradle of hope, but the grave of ambition, is the stern corrector of fools, but the salutary counselor of the wise, bringing all they dread to the one, and all they desire to the other; it warns us with a voice tht even the sagest discredit too long, and the silliest believe too late. Wisdom walks before it, opportunity with it, and repentance behind it; he that has made it his friend will have little to fear from his enemies, but he that has made it his enemy will have little to hope from his friends.
Time, that black and narrow isthmus between two eternities.
Time is the most undefinable yet paradoxical of things; the past is gone, the future has not come, and the present becomes the past even while we attempt to define it, and, like a flash of the lightning, as once exists and expires.
Time is the measurer of all things, but is itself immeasurable; and the grand discloser of all things, but is itself undisclosed.
Those works... are the most valuable, that set our thinking faculties in the fullest operation.
Those who worship gold in a world so corrupt as this we live in have at least one thing to plead in defensed of their idolatry - the power of their idol. It is true that, like other idols, it can neither move, see, hear, feel, nor understand; but, unlike other idols, it has often communicated all these powers to those she had them not, and annihilated them in those who had. This idol can boast of two peculiarities; it is worshipped in all climates, without a single temple, and by all classes, without a single hypocrite.
Those who visit foreign nations, but who associate only with their own countrymen, change their climate, but not their customs; they see new meridians, but the same men; and with heads as empty as their pockets, return home with traveled bodies, but untraveled minds.
Those who have finished by making others think with them, have usually been those who began by daring to think with themselves.
There is this paradox in pride - it makes some men ridiculous, but prevents others from becoming so.
They that are loudest in their threats are the weakest in the execution of them. It is probably that the who is killed by lightning hears no noise; abut the thunder-clap which follows, and which most alarms the ignorant is the surest proof of their safety.
There is this paradox in fear: he is most likely to inspire it in others who has none himself!
There is this difference between the two temporal blesses - health and money; money is the most envied, but the least enjoyed; health is the most enjoyed, but the least envied; and this superiority of the latter is still more obvious when we reflect that the poorest man would not part with health for money, but the richest man would gladly part with all his money for health.