James Beattie

James
Beattie
1735
1803

Scottish Poet

Author Quotes

Ah, who can tell how hard it is to climb the steep where Fame's proud temple shines afar?

From labor health, from health contentment spring; contentment opes the source of every joy.

Silent when glad; affectionate, though shy.

'Twas thus by the glare of false science betray'd, that leads to bewilder, and dazzles to blind.

All I can do is keep my head down and I will keep working hard and if I get the call it would be brilliant. I have put in a lot of hard work and I have had loads of support from the lads and from the fans as well.

He thought as a sage, though he felt like a man.

That [responsibility] has been the case since I got here and I haven't been able to show anybody that I can handle it.

What cannot art and industry perform, when science plans the progress of their toil!

All such fooleries are quite inconsistent with that manly simplicity of manners which is so honorable to the national character.

In all instances where our experience of the past has been extensive and uniform, our judgment concerning the future amounts to moral certainty.

The captious turn of a habitual wrangler deadens the understanding, sours the temper, and hardens the heart.

When squint-eyed Slander plies the unhallow'd tongue, from poison'd maw when Treason weaves his line, and Muse apostate (infamy to song!) Grovels, low muttering, at Sedition's shrine.

And beauty immortal awakes from the tomb.

Inflexible in faith, invincible in arms.

The gaffer brought me in to score goals and I have always said that is what I can do. One goal, or two or three could set it off and hopefully we can progress from there and not undo what we did last year.

While the bloom of youth lasts, and the smoothness of feature peculiar to that period, the human face is less marked with any strong character than in old age. A peevish or surly stripling may elude the eye of the physiognomist; but a wicked old man whose visage does not betray the evil temperature of his heart must have more cunning than it would be prudent for him to acknowledge. Even by the trade or profession the human countenance may be characterized. They who employ themselves in the nicer mechanic arts, that require the earnest attention of the artist, do generally contract a fixedness of feature suited to that one uniform sentiment which engrosses them while at work. Whereas other artists, whose work requires less attention, and who ply their trade and amuse themselves with conversation at the same time, have, for the most part, smoother and more unmeaning faces: their thoughts are more miscellaneous, and therefore their features are less fixed in one uniform configuration. A keen penetrating look indicates thoughtfulness and spirit: a dull torpid countenance is not often accompanied with great sagacity.

And from the prayer of Want, and plaint of Woe, O never, never turn away thine ear! Forlorn, in this bleak wilderness below, Ah! what were man, should Heaven refuse to hear!

Is there a heart that music cannot melt? Alas! how is that rugged heart forlorn.

The love of God ought continually to predominate in the mind, and give to every act of duty grace and animation.

Wilt thou debase the heart which God refined? No; let thy heaven-taught soul to heaven aspire, to fancy, freedom, harmony, resigned; ambition's groveling crew forever left behind.

And lo! In the dark east, expanded high, the rainbow brightens to the setting sun.

It does not, however, appear that in things so intimately connected with the happiness of life as marriage and the choice of an employment, parents have any right to force the inclinations of their children.

The man is to be pitied who, in matters of moment, has to do with a staunch metaphysician: doubts, disputes, and conjectures will be the plague of his life.

Zealous, yet modest; innocent, though free; patient of toil, serene amidst alarms; inflexible in faith, invincible in arms.

And none speaks false, when there is none to hear.

Author Picture
First Name
James
Last Name
Beattie
Birth Date
1735
Death Date
1803
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Scottish Poet