“He was also a poet, but of less merit than pretensions. His Chrysopeia, in which he pretended to teach the art of making gold, he dedicated to Pope Leo X., in the hope that the pontiff would reward him handsomely… — Charles Mackay Copy Share Image
Men, it has been well said, think in herds; it will be seen that they go mad in herds, while they only recover their… — Charles Mackay Copy Share Image
An arrow may fly through the air and leave no trace; but an ill thought leaves a trail like a serpent. — Charles Mackay Copy Share Image
“Oh, you tears, I'm thankful that you run. Though you trickle in the darkness, You shall glitter in the sun. The rainbow could not… — Charles Mackay Copy Share Image
There is no such thing as death. In nature nothing dies. From each sad remnant of decay, some forms of life arise so shall… — Charles Mackay Copy Share Image
The study of the errors into which great minds have fallen in the pursuit of truth can never be uninstructive. . . No man… — Charles Mackay Copy Share Image
Truth . . . and if mine eyes Can bear its blaze, and trace its symmetries, Measure its distance, and its advent wait, I… — Charles Mackay Copy Share Image
Nations, like individuals, cannot become desperate gamblers with impunity. Punishment is sure to overtake them sooner or later. — Charles Mackay Copy Share Image
“We find that whole communities suddenly fix their minds upon one object, and go mad in its pursuit; that millions of people become simultaneously… — Charles MacKay Copy Share Image
Tell me, ye wingèd winds That round my pathway roar, Know ye not some spot Where mortals weep no more? — Charles Mackay Copy Share Image
War in men's eyes shall be A monster of iniquity In the good time coming. Nations shall not quarrel then, To prove which is… — Charles Mackay Copy Share Image
He who has mingled in the fray of duty that the brave endure, must have made foes. If you have none, small is the… — Charles Mackay Copy Share Image
