9 Quotes by Walter Landor

There are no fields of amaranth on this side of the grave: there are no voices, O Rhodope! that are not soon mute, however tuneful: there is no name, with whatever emphasis of passionate love repeated, of which the echo is not faint at last.

I loved him not; and yet now he is gone / I feel I am alone.

I strove with none; for none was worth my strife; Nature I loved, and, next to Nature, Art; I warmed both hands before the fire of life; It sinks, and I am ready to depart

We are no longer happy as soon as we wish to be happier.

We talk on principle, but we act on interest

Browning! Since Chaucer was alive and hale, / No man hath walked along our roads with step / So active, so inquiring eye, or tongue/ So varied in discourse.

Child of a day, thou knowest not / The tears that overflow thy urn.

George the First was always reckoned / Vile, but viler George the Second; / And what mortal ever heard / Any good of George the Third? / When from earth the Fourth descended/ God be praised, the Georges ended!

The habitude of pleasing by flattery makes a language soft; the fear of offending by truth makes it circuitous and conventional