Thomas Babington Macaulay

"What a blessing it is to love books as I love them;- to be able to converse with the dead, and to live amidst the unreal!"

"As civilization advances, poetry almost necessarily declines."

"Perhaps no person can be a poet, or even enjoy poetry, without a certain unsoundness of mind."

"Few of the many wise apothegms which have been uttered have prevented a single foolish action."

"Nothing except the mint can make money without advertising."

"Many politicians are in the habit of laying it down as a self-evident proposition that no people ought to be free till they are fit to use their freedom. The maxim is worthy of the fool in the old story who resolved not to go into the water till he had learned to swim."

"The object of oratory alone in not truth, but persuasion."

"The English Bible - a book which, if everything else in our language should perish, would alone suffice to show the whole extent of its beauty and power."

"The best portraits are those in which there is a slight mixture of caricature."

"And how can man die better than facing fearful odds, for the ashes of his fathers, and the temples of his Gods?"

"American democracy must be a failure because it places the supreme authority in the hands of the poorest and most ignorant part of the society."

"The object of oratory alone is not truth but persuasion."

"The highest intellects like the tops of mountains are the first to catch and to reflect the dawn."

"His imagination resembled the wings of an ostrich. It enabled him to run though not to soar."

"It seems that the creative faculty and the critical faculty cannot exist together in their highest perfection."

"Pour, varlet, pour the water The water steaming hot!A spoonful for each man of us Another for the pot!"

"Thus spake brave Horatius, the captain of the gate. To all men upon this Earth, death cometh soon or late. And what better way to die, than facing fearful odds, for the ashes of ones' fathers, and the temples of ones' G/Ds? For the tender mother, who dandled him to rest. And for the wife, who nurses his baby at her breast. And for the holy maidens, who feed the eternal flame. To save them from false sextus, that wrought the deed of shame. Lay down the bridge, Sir Consul, with all the speed ye may. I, with two more at either side, shall hold the foe in play. In Yon straight path a thousand may well be stop by three. Now who will stand on either hand and hold the bridge with me?"

"Then none was for a party;Then all were for the state;Then the great man helped the poor,And the poor man loved the great;Then lands were fairly proportioned;Then spoils were fairly sold;The Romans were like brothers In the brave days of old."