Great Throughts Treasury

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François de La Rochefoucauld, François VI, Duc de La Rochefoucauld, Prince de Marcillac, Francois A. F. Rochefoucauld-Liancourt

It is a common fault never to be satisfied with our fortune, nor dissatisfied with our understanding.

Art | Nature | Power | Art |

François de La Rochefoucauld, François VI, Duc de La Rochefoucauld, Prince de Marcillac, Francois A. F. Rochefoucauld-Liancourt

Whatever distrust we may have of the sincerity of those who converse with us, we always believe they will tell us more truth than they do to others.

Disgrace | Power |

William Shakespeare

O my good lord, why are you thus alone? For what offense have I this fortnight been a banished woman from my Harry's bed? Tell me, sweet lord, what is't that takes from thee thy stomach, pleasure, and thy golden sleep? Why dost thou bend thine eyes upon the earth, and start so often when thou sit'st alone? Why hast thou lost the fresh blood in thy cheeks and given my treasures and my rights of thee to thick-eyed musing and cursed melancholy? In thy faint slumbers I by thee have watched, and heard thee murmur tales of iron wars, speak terms of manage to thy bounding steed, cry 'courage! To the field!' and thou hast talked of sallies and retires, of trenches, tents, of Palisadoes, frontiers, parapets, of basilisks, of cannon, culverin, of prisoners' ransom, and of soldiers slain, and all the currents of a heady fight. Thy spirit within thee hath been so at war, and thus hath so bestirred thee in thy sleep, that beads of sweat have stood upon thy brow like bubbles in a late-disturbèd stream, and in thy face strange motions have appeared, such as we see when men restrain their breath on some great sudden hest. O, what portents are these? Some heavy business hath my lord in hand, and I must know it, else he loves me not. Henry IV, Act ii, Scene 3

Comfort | Good | Pardon | Past |

William Shakespeare

O here will I set of my everlasting rest and shake the yoke of inauspicious stars from this world wearied flesh eyes look your last arms take your last embrace and lips all you the doors of breath seal with a righteous kiss a dateless bargain to engrossing death.

Darkness | Heaven | Love | Man | Power | Sympathy |

Dugald Stewart

The consequence has been (in too many physical systems), to level the study of nature, in point of moral interest, with the investigations of the algebraist.

Birth | Business | Imagination | Means | Power | Present | Sense | Business |

François de La Rochefoucauld, François VI, Duc de La Rochefoucauld, Prince de Marcillac, Francois A. F. Rochefoucauld-Liancourt

Whatever disgrace we may have deserved, it is almost always in our power to re-establish our character.

Disgrace | Power |

Dugald Stewart

It ought not to be the leading object of any one to become an eminent metaphysician, mathematician, or poet, but to render himself happy as an individual, and an agreeable, a respectable, and a useful member of society.

Mind | Order | Power | Understand |

William Shakespeare

Now good digestion wait on appetite, and health on both!

Comfort | God | Light | God |

William Shakespeare

O! grief hath changed me since you saw me last, and careful hours with time's deformèd hand have written strange defeatures in my face.

Cause | Deeds | Grace | Heart | Love | Power | Strength | Deeds |

William Shakespeare

Order gave each thing view.

Darkness | Heaven | Man | Power | Sympathy |

William Shakespeare

Our foster-nurs? of nature is repose.

Nature | Power | Will |

William Shakespeare

Patience is pale cold cowardice in noble breasts.

Better | Guests | Happy | Sorrow | Tears |

William Shakespeare

Of France and England, did this king succeed; whose state so many had the managing. That they lost France and made his England bleed.

Comfort | Man | Sorrow |

William Shakespeare

One that converses more with the buttock of the night than with the forehead of the morning.

Conquest | Glory | Sorrow |

William Shakespeare

O, what a world of vile ill-favored faults Looks handsome in three hundred pounds a year. The Merry Wives of Windsor (Anne Page at III, iv)

Conscience | Cunning | Defeat | Devil | Father | Force | Gall | Heart | Heaven | Life | Life | Murder | Oppression | Passion | Play | Power | Property | Revenge | Soul | Spirit | Tears | Weakness | Will | Words | Murder | Guilty |

William Shakespeare

Once, he kissed me. I loved my lips the better ten days after: would he would do so every day!

Rest | Sorrow |

Edwin Hubbell Chapin

Let us not fear that the issues of natural science shall be scepticism or anarchy. - Through all God's works there runs a beautiful harmony. - The remotest truth in his universe is linked to that which lies nearest the throne.

Sorrow |