Zitat des Tages von William Cowper:
They whom truth and wisdom lead, can gather honey from a weed.
Where men of judgment creep and feel their way, The positive pronounce without dismay.
The dogs did bark, the children screamed, Up flew the windows all; And every soul bawled out, Well done! As loud as he could bawl.
Reasoning at every step he treads, Man yet mistakes his way, Whilst meaner things, whom instinct leads, Are rarely known to stray.
It chills my blood to hear the blest Supreme Rudely appealed to on each trifling theme.
No man can be a patriot on an empty stomach.
Knowledge is proud that it knows so much; wisdom is humble that it knows no more.
Meditation here may think down hours to moments. Here the heart may give a useful lesson to the head and learning wiser grow without his books.
The innocent seldom find an uncomfortable pillow.
A fool must now and then be right, by chance.
The parson knows enough who knows a Duke.
A self-made man? Yes, and one who worships his creator.
The earth was made so various, that the mind Of desultory man, studious of change, And pleased with novelty, might be indulged.
Ceremony leads her bigots forth, prepared to fight for shadows of no worth. While truths, on which eternal things depend, can hardly find a single friend.
Wisdom is humble that he knows no more.
Thus happiness depends, as nature shows, less on exterior things than most suppose.
Absence from whom we love is worse than death, and frustrates hope severer than despair.
An epigram is but a feeble thing - With straw in tail, stuck there by way of sting.
No wild enthusiast could rest, till half the world like him was possessed.
How much a dunce that has been sent to roam, excels a dunce that has been kept at home.
Man may dismiss compassion from his heart, but God never will.
Who loves a garden loves a greenhouse too.
The darkest day, if you live till tomorrow, will have passed away.
Absence of occupation is not rest; A mind quite vacant is a mind distressed.
God moves in a mysterious way, His wonders to perform. He plants his footsteps in the sea, and rides upon the storm.
Remorse, the fatal egg that pleasure laid.
O solitude, where are the charms That sages have seen in thy face? Better dwell in the midst of alarms, Than reign in this horrible place.
Glory, built on selfish principles, is shame and guilt.
Variety's the very spice of life, That gives it all its flavor.
Existence is a strange bargain. Life owes us little; we owe it everything. The only true happiness comes from squandering ourselves for a purpose.
Nature is a good name for an effect whose cause is God.
Absence of proof is not proof of absence.