WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR QUOTES III

English writer and poet (1775-1864)

As we sometimes find one thing while we are looking for another, so, if truth escaped me, happiness and contentment fell in my way.

WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR

Pericles and Aspasia


Many laws as certainly make bad men, as bad men make many laws.

WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR

Imaginary Conversations

Tags: law


Not dancing well, I never danced at all--and how grievously has my heart ached when others where in the full enjoyment of that conversation which I had no right even to partake.

WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR

The Letters of Walter Savage Landor to Marguerite, Countess of Blessington

Tags: dancing


I am grieved at your sorrow, although it will hereafter be a source of joy unto you. The purest water runs from the hardest rock.

WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR

Imaginary Conversations

Tags: sorrow


Happiness, like air and water, the other two great requisites of life, is composite. One kind of it suits one man, another kind another. The elevated mind takes in and breathes out again that which would be uncongenial to the baser; and the baser draws life and enjoyment from that which would be putridity to the loftier.

WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR

Imaginary Conversations

Tags: happiness


Stand close around, ye Stygian set,
With Dirce in one boat convey'd,
Or Charon, seeing, may forget
That he is old, and she a shade.

WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR

"On Dirce"


Principles do not much influence the unprincipled, nor mainly the principled.

WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR

Imaginary Conversations of Literary Men and Statesmen

Tags: principles


The very beautiful rarely love at all; those precious images are placed above the reach of the passions: Time alone is permitted to efface them.

WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR

Pericles and Aspasia

Tags: beauty


Men, like nails, lose their usefulness when they lose their direction and begin to bend: such nails are then thrown into the dust or into the furnace.

WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR

Imaginary Conversations


It often comes into my head
That we may dream when we are dead,
But I am far from sure we do.
O that it were so! then my rest
Would be indeed among the blest;
I should for ever dream of you.

WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR

"To Ianthe"

Tags: dreams


There is only one word of tenderness we could say, which we have not said oftentimes before ; and there is no consolation in it. The happy never say, and never hear said, farewell.

WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR

Pericles and Aspasia


Friendship is a vase, which, when it is flawed by heat, or violence, or accident, may as well be broken at once; it can never be trusted after.

WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR

The Book of Friendship

Tags: friendship


Death stands above me, whispering low
I know not what into my ear:
Of his strange language all I know
Is, there is not a word of fear.

WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR

Death Stands above Me, Whispering Low

Tags: death


To my ninth decade I have totter'd on,
And no soft arm bends now my steps to steady;
She, who once led me where she would, is gone,
So when he calls me, Death shall find me ready.

WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR

"On His Eightieth Birthday"

Tags: old age


How delightful it is to see a friend after a length of absence! How delightful to chide him for that length of absence to which we owe such delight.

WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR

Imaginary Conversations

Tags: friends


Past are three summers since she first beheld
The ocean; all around the child await
Some exclamation of amazement here:
She coldly said, her long-lasht eyes abased,
Is this the mighty ocean? is this all?

WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR

Gebir

Tags: ocean


Cats ask plainly for what they want.

WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR

Imaginary Conversations

Tags: cats


Toleration is in itself the essence of Christianity, and the very point which the founder of it most peculiarly enjoined.

WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR

Dialogues of Sovereigns and Statesmen

Tags: tolerance


Piety--warm, soft, and passive as the ether round the throne of Grace--is made callous and inactive by kneeling too much.

WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR

Imaginary Conversations

Tags: piety


Ah what avails the sceptred race,
Ah what the form divine!
What every virtue, every grace!
Rose Aylmer, all were thine.
Rose Aylmer, whom these wakeful eyes
May weep, but never see,
A night of memories and of sighs
I consecrate to thee.

WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR

"Rose Aylmer"