... where the Greeks had modesty, we have cant; where they had poetry, we have cant; where they had patriotism, we have cant; where they had anything that exalts, delights, or adorns humanity, we have nothing but cant, cant, cant.
I like the immaterial world. I like to live among thoughts and images of the past and the possible, and even of the impossible, now and then. - Thomas Love Peacock
I like the immaterial world. I like to live among thoughts and images of the past and the possible, and even of the impossible, now and then.
- Thomas Love Peacock
The juice of the grape is the liquid quintessence of concentrated sunbeams. - Thomas Love Peacock
The juice of the grape is the liquid quintessence of concentrated sunbeams.
The critic does his utmost to blight genius in its infancy; that which rises in spite of him he will not see; and then he complains of the decline of… - Thomas Love Peacock
The critic does his utmost to blight genius in its infancy; that which rises in spite of him he will not see; and then he complains of the decline of…
... where the Greeks had modesty, we have cant; where they had poetry, we have cant; where they had patriotism, we have cant; where they had anything… - Thomas Love Peacock
... where the Greeks had modesty, we have cant; where they had poetry, we have cant; where they had patriotism, we have cant; where they had anything…
Marriage may often be a stormy lake, but celibacy is almost always a muddy horsepond. - Thomas Love Peacock
Marriage may often be a stormy lake, but celibacy is almost always a muddy horsepond.
I almost think it is the ultimate destiny of science to exterminate the human race. - Thomas Love Peacock
I almost think it is the ultimate destiny of science to exterminate the human race.
My thoughts by night are often filled With visions false as fair: For in the past alone, I build My castles in the air. - Thomas Love Peacock
My thoughts by night are often filled With visions false as fair: For in the past alone, I build My castles in the air.
Clouds on clouds, in volumes driven, curtain round the vault of heaven. - Thomas Love Peacock
Clouds on clouds, in volumes driven, curtain round the vault of heaven.
They have poisoned the Thames and killed the fish in the river. A little further development of the same wisdom and science will complete the poisoni… - Thomas Love Peacock
They have poisoned the Thames and killed the fish in the river. A little further development of the same wisdom and science will complete the poisoni…
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