He who will not reason, is a bigot; he who cannot is a fool; and he who dares not is a slave. — William Drummond Cannot Copy Share Image
There is a silence, the child of love, which expresses everything, and proclaims more loudly than the tongue is able to do. — William Drummond Children Copy Share Image
Study what thou art Whereof thou art a part What thou knowest of this art This is really what thou art. All… — William Drummond Art Copy Share Image
Thrice happy he, who by some shady grove, Far from the clamorous world; doth live his own; Though solitary, who is not… — William Drummond Converses Copy Share Image
He that will not reason is a bigot; he that cannot reason is a fool; he that dares not reason is a… — William Drummond Cannot Copy Share Image
Put a bridle on thy tongue; set a guard before thy lips, lest the words of thine own mouth destroy thy peace...… — William Drummond Lips Copy Share Image
Sleep, Silence's child, sweet father of soft rest, Prince whose approach peace to all mortals brings Indifferent host to shepherds and kings… — William Drummond Death Copy Share Image
As we had no part of our will on our entrance into this life, we should not presume to any on our… — William Drummond He Copy Share Image
My thoughts hold mortal strife, I do detest my life, And with lamenting cries, Peace to my soul to bring, Oft calls… — William Drummond Crops Copy Share Image
I study myself more than any other subject; it is my metaphysic, and my physic. — William Drummond Education Copy Share Image
Books have that strange quality, that being of the frailest and tenderest matter, they outlast brass, iron and marble. — William Drummond Book Copy Share Image
