It is hardly possible to suspect another without having in one's self the seeds of the baseness the other is accused of.

It is hardly possible to suspect another without having in one’s self the seeds of baseness the part is accused of.

The only thing worse than a liar is a liar that's also a hypocrite!
There are only two great currents in the history of mankind: the baseness which makes conservatives and the envy which makes revolutionaries.

The greatest baseness of man is the pursuit of glory. But it is also the great mark of his excellence; for whatever possessions he may have on earth, whatever health and essential comfort, he is not satisfied if he has not the esteem of men.

All real joy and power of progress... depend on finding something to reverence, and all the baseness and misery of humanity begin in a habit of disdain.

All real joy and power of progress in humanity depend on finding something to reverence, and all the baseness and misery of humanity begin in a habit of disdain.

Do you know what is more hard to bear than the reverses of fortune? It is the baseness, the hideous ingratitude of man.

Ingratitude is the abridgment of all baseness, a fault never found unattended with other viciousness.

No baseness or cruelty of treason so deep or so tragic shall enter our human world, but that loyal love shall be able in due time to oppose to just that deed of treason its fitting deed of atonement.

A nation can survive its fools, and even the ambitious. But it cannot survive treason from within. An enemy at the gates is less formidable, for he is known and carries his banner openly. But the traitor moves amongst those within the gate freely, his sly whispers rustling through all the alleys, heard in the very halls of government itself. For the traitor appears not a traitor; he speaks in accents familiar to his victims, and he wears their face and their arguments, he appeals to the baseness that lies deep in the hearts of all men. He rots the soul of a nation, he works secretly and unknown in the night to undermine the pillars of the city, he infects the body politic so that it can no longer resist. A murderer is less to fear.

It is much safer to be feared than loved because is preserved by the link of obligation which, owing to the baseness of men, is broken at every opportunity for their advantage; but fear preserves you by a dread of punishment which never fails.

The childish and outgrown absurdities, the moral baseness in the idea of God interwoven (shaped
on the pattern of an Eastern despot) with the memories of Christ’s beautiful life and teaching
and death into a system. . . . [A]nd that demolition will happen now gently and quickly—now
that there is once more a kindred human soul to Christ’s on the earth—one filled with the same
radiant glowing consciousness (it is a consciousness, not a belief) of the divine and immortal
nature of the human soul—the same fearless, trusting, loving attitude towards God, as of a son,
the same actual close embracing shape in what new and rich developments through the lips of
this Poet! . . . Now Christianity will go—and Christ be better understood and loved than He
has been since those early times when His great personal influence yet vibrated in the world,
and the darkness of His expounders had not begun to work adversely to the growing lights of
succeeding times.

There is a certain kind of morality which is even more alien to good and evil than amorality is.

Now what greater comfort is there than this, that there is one presides in the world who is so wise he cannot be mistaken, so faithful he cannot deceive, so pitiful he cannot neglect his people, and so powerful that he can make stones even to be turned into bread if he please!

The government is us; we are the government, you and I.

Mild is the parting year, and sweet the odour of the falling spray; life passes on more rudely fleet, and balmless is its closing day. I wait its close, I court its gloom, but mourn that never must there fall or on my breast or on my tomb the tear that would have soothed it all.

There is but one Paris and however hard living may be here, and if it became worse and harder even-the French air clears up the brain and does good-a world of good.

The elevated sentiments and high examples which poetry, eloquence, and history are often bringing under our view naturally tend to nourish in our minds public spirit, the love of glory, contempt of external fortune, and the admiration of what is truly illustrious and great.

Some men there are love not a gaping pig, some that are mad if they behold a cat, and others when the bagpipe sings I the nose cannot contain their urine. Merchant of Venice, Act iv, Scene 1

How does Love speak? In the faint flush upon the telltale cheek, and in the pallor that succeeds it; by the quivering lid of an averted eye-- the smile that proves the parent to a sigh thus doth Love speak.