The very beautiful rarely love at all; those precious images are placed above the reach of the passions: Time alone is permitted to efface them. — Walter Savage Landor Copy Share Image
Was genius ever ungrateful? Mere talents are dry leaves, tossed up and down by gusts of passion, and scattered and swept away; but, Genius lies on the bosom of Memory, and Gratitude at her feet. — 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
