Quotes by Walter Savage Landor

A man's vanity tells him what is honor, a man's conscience what is justice.
– Walter Savage Landor
A solitude is the audience-chamber of God.
– Walter Savage Landor
Ambition has but one reward for all: A little power, a little transient fame; A grave to rest in, and a fading name!
– Walter Savage Landor
Ambition is but avarice on stilts, and masked.
– Walter Savage Landor
An ingenuous mind feels in unmerited praise the bitterest reproof.
– Walter Savage Landor
Be always displeased at what thou art, if thou desire to attain to what thou art not; for where thou hast pleased thyself, there thou abidest.
– Walter Savage Landor
Consult duty not events.
– Walter Savage Landor
Everything that looks to the future elevates human nature. Never is life so low or so little as when occupied with the present.
– Walter Savage Landor
Great men always pay deference to greater.
– Walter Savage Landor
Heat and animosity, contest and conflict, may sharpen the wits, although they rarely do; they never strengthen the understanding, clear the perspicacity, guide the judgment, or improve the heart.
– Walter Savage Landor
I strove with none; for none was worth my strife.
– Walter Savage Landor
I warmed both hands before the fire of life; It sinks, and I am ready to depart.
– Walter Savage Landor
In argument, truth always prevails finally; in politics, falsehood always.
– Walter Savage Landor
Many laws as certainly make bad men, as bad men make many laws.
– Walter Savage Landor
Men, like nails, lose their usefulness when they lose their direction and begin to bend.
– Walter Savage Landor
My thoughts are my company; I can bring them together, select them, detain them, dismiss them.
– Walter Savage Landor
No thoroughly occupied person was ever found really miserable.
– Walter Savage Landor
O what a thing is age! Death without death's quiet.
– Walter Savage Landor
Prose on certain occasions can bear a great deal of poetry; on the other hand, poetry sinks and swoons under a moderate weight of prose.
– Walter Savage Landor
The flame of anger, bright and brief, sharpens the barb of love.
– Walter Savage Landor