Benjamin Disraeli Quotes
Literature is an avenue to glory, ever open for those ingenious men who are deprived of honors or of wealth.
Silence often expresses 'more powerfully than speech the verdict and judgment of society.
It is the lot of man to suffer; it is also his fortune to forget. Oblivion and sorrow share our being, as darkness and light divide the course of time.
The question is this - Is man an ape or an angel? My Lord, I am on the side of the angels. I repudiate with indignation and abhorrence these new fanged theories.
You will in due season find your property is less valuable, and your freedom less complete.
That youthful fervor, which is sometimes called enthusiasm, but which is a heat of imagination subsequently discovered to be inconsistent with the experience of actual life.
Lord Salisbury and myself have brought you back peace--but a peace I hope with honour.
There is anguish in the recollection that we have not adequately appreciated the affection of those whom we have loved and lost.
There is scarcely any popular tenet more erroneous than that which holds that when time is slow, life is dull.
Patriotism depends as much on mutual suffering as on mutual success; and it is by that experience of all fortunes and all feelings that a great national character is created.
Without tact you can learn nothing. Tact teaches you when to be silent. Inquirers who are always questioning never learn anything.
Man is made to adore and to obey: but if you will not command him, if you give him nothing to worship, he will fashion his own divinities, and find a chieftain in his own passions.
A nation, as an individual, has duties to fulfill appointed by God and His moral law.
When a man fell into his anecdotage it was a sign for him to retire from the world.
I pride myself in recognizing and upholding ability in every party and wherever I meet it.
The best security for civilization is the dwelling, and upon properly appointed and becoming dwellings depends, more than anything else, the improvement of mankind.
I think that an author who speaks about his own books is almost as bad as a mother who talks about her own children.
Consider Ireland.... You have a starving population, an absentee aristocracy, and an alien Church, and in addition the weakest executive in the world. That is the Irish Question.
The feathered arrow of satire has oft been wet with the heart's blood of its victims.
The conduct of men depends upon their temperament, not upon a bunch of musty maxims.
An insular country, subject to fogs, and with a powerful middle class, requires grave statesmen.
