The vain poet is of the opinion that nothing of his can be too much: he sends to you basketful after basketful of juiceless fruit, covered with scentless flowers. — Walter Savage Landor Copy Share Image
Ah what avails the sceptred race, Ah what the form divine! What every virtue, every grace! Rose Aylmer, all were thine. Rose Aylmer, whom… — Walter Savage Landor Copy Share Image
No ashes are lighter than those of incense, and few things burn out sooner. — Walter Savage Landor Copy Share Image
As there are some flowers which you should smell but slightly to extract all that is pleasant in them ... so there are some… — Walter Savage Landor Copy Share Image
States, like men, have their growth, their manhood, their decrepitude, their decay. — Walter Savage Landor Copy Share Image
The only effect of public punishment is to show the rabble how bravely it can be borne; and that every one who hath lost… — Walter Savage Landor Copy Share Image
Every great writer is a writer of history, let him treat on almost what subject he may. — Walter Savage Landor Copy Share Image
The habit of pleasing by flattery makes a language soft; the fear of offending by truth makes it circuitous and conventional. — Walter Savage Landor Copy Share Image
