Richard Heber quotes

“By cool Siloam's shady rill How sweet the lily grows! How sweet the breath beneath the hill Of Sharon's dewy rose!”
-- Richard Heber

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“No gentleman can be without three copies of a book: one for show, one for use, and one for borrowers.”
-- Richard Heber

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“I cannot bear not to know the end of a tale. I will read the most trivial things – once commenced – only out of a feverish greed to be able to swallow the ending – sweet or sour – and to be done with what I need never have embarked on. Are you in my case? Or are you a more discriminating reader? Do you lay aside the unprofitable?”

“O loving woman, man's fulfillment, sweet, Completing him not otherwise complete! How void and useless the sad remnant left Were he of her, his nobler part, bereft.”

Source : Abraham Coles (1866). “The Microcosm: A Poem, Read Before the Medical Society of New Jersey at Its Centenary Anniversary: with the Address Delivered as President, Jan. 24, 1866”, p.79

“I know too well the poison and the sting of things too sweet.”

Source : Adelaide Anne Procter (1862). “A Chaplet of Verses”, p.106

“If I can send the flower of the German nation into the hell of war without the smallest pity for the shedding of precious German blood, then surely I have the right to remove millions of an inferior race that breeds like vermin.”

“We cannot teach a flower how to grow, we can only learn from it.”

“In boundless love as a Christian and as a man I read through the passage which tells us how the Lord at last rose in His might and seized the scourge to drive out of the Temple the brood of vipers and of adders.”

“Courage is not defined by those who fought and did not fall, but by those who fought, fell and rose again.”

“Let opening roses knotted oaks adorn, And liquid amber drop from every thorn.”

“My virgin sense of sound was steeped In the music of young streams; And roses through the casement peeped, And scented all my dreams.”

Source : Alfred Austin (1885). “At the Gate of the Convent: And Other Poems”

“It would be a miracle, for example, if I dropped a stone and it rose upwards. But is it no miracle that it falls to the ground?”