J.W. Lord Quotes

The image of Eternity--the throne Of the Invisible; even from out thy slime The monsters of the deep are made; each zone Obeys thee; thou goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone.

Yon Sun that sets upon the sea We follow in his flight; Farewell awhile to him and thee, My native land-Good Night!

Land of lost gods and godlike men.

They truly mourn, that mourn without a witness.

Sweet is revenge-especially to women.

Who then will explain the explanation?

One certainly has a soul; but how it came to allow itself to be enclosed in a body is more than I can imagine.

Liberty is the harmony between the will and the law.

There should be a law to the People besides its own will.

From the absolute will of an entire people there is no appeal, no redemption, no refuge but treason.

The passion for power over others can never cease to threaten mankind, and is always sure of finding new and unforseen allies in continuing its martyrology.

Ink was not invented to express our real feelings.

Democracy generally monopolizes and concentrates power.

A people averse to the institution of private property is without the first elements of freedom

Liberty is the prevention of control by others.

I find that sometimes if you just sit still, things have a way of finding you before you can find them.

Deep Purple is a damn good band and we've made a niche in rock 'n' roll history. Maybe not a huge one but enough to be very proud of.

Care shouldn't start in the emergency room.

The mind is never more highly gratified than in contemplating a natural landscape.

To please people is a great step towards persuading them.

And statesmen at her council met Who knew the seasons, when to take Occasion by the hand, and make The bounds of freedom wider yet.

Oh! snatched away in beauty's bloom, On thee shall press no ponderous tomb; But on thy turf shall roses rear Their leaves, the earliest of the year.

Which cheers the sad, revives the old, inspires The young, makes Weariness forget his toil, And Fear her danger; opens a new world When this, the present, palls.

Go out and speak for the inarticulate and the submerged.

Old age hath yet his honour and his toil.

Tho' much is taken, much abides.

Of old sat Freedom on the heights The thunders breaking at her feet: Above her shook the starry lights; She heard the torrents meet.

Queen rose of the rosebud garden of girls.

This item is a mere fleabite in the ocean of our expenditure.

If you recognize anyone, it does not mean that you like him.We all, for instance, recognize the honourable Member for Ebbw Vale.

Man's conscience is the oracle of God.

Now I shall go to sleep. Goodnight.

Actually, I vote Labour, but my butler's a Tory.

And oft I heard the tender dove In firry woodlands making moan.

There is nothing in science which teaches the origin of anything at all.

A man must serve his time to every trade, Save censure-critics all are ready made. Take hackney'd jokes from Miller, got by rote With just enough learning to misquote.

You know only insofar as you can measure.

Mercy is not what every criminal is entitled to. What he is entitled to is justice.

He that shuts love out, in turn shall be Shut out from love, and on her threshold lie, Howling in outer darkness.

He adorned whatever subject he either spoke or wrote upon, by the most splendid eloquence.

Let us not only scatter benefits, but even strew flowers for our fellow-travellers, in the rugged ways of this wretched world.

I assisted at the birth of that most significant word "flirtation," which dropped from the most beautiful mouth in the world.

Nothing convinces persons of a weak understanding so effectually, as what they do not comprehend.

Ceremonies are the outworks of manners.

If you can once engage people's pride, love, pity, ambition (or whatever is their prevailing passion) on your side, you need not fear what their reason can do against you.

It is often more necessary to conceal contempt than resentment; the former is never forgiven, but the later is sometimes forgotten.

I'm the type that'll give any man a chance to come correct before leavin in a ambulance

Puttin rhymes into shape just like Jack LaLanne.

The long day wanes; the slow moon climbs the deep.

Fill the cup, and fill the can: Have a rouse before the morn: Every moment dies a man, Every moment one is born.