There is sometimes a greater judgement shewn in deviating from the rules of art, than in adhering to them; andthere ismore beauty inthe works of a great genius who is ignorant of all the rules of art, than in the works of a little genius, who not only knows but scrupulously observes them.
Great men are not always wise: neither do the aged understand judgment.
It is of the L mercies that we are not consumed, because his compassions fail not. Theyare new every morning: great is thy faithfulness.
Even so thetongue is a little member, and boasteth great things. Behold, how great a matter a little fire kindleth!
What millions diedthat Caesar might be great!
There isa great manwhomakes every manfeelsmall.But the real great man is the man who makes every man feel great.
He prayeth well, who loveth well Both man and bird and beast. He prayeth best, who loveth best All things both great and small.
Nothing great will ever be achieved without great menand men only become great if they are determined to be so.
It is a melancholy truth that even great men have their poor relations.
Man is only truly great when he acts from the passions.
Shakespearewas the man who of all modern, and perhaps ancient poets, had the largest and most comprehensive soul. All images of Nature were still present to him, and he drew them, not laboriously, but luckily; when he describes anything, you more than see it, you feel it too. Those who accuse him to have wanted learning, give him the greater commendation: he was naturally learned; he needed not the spectacles of books to read Nature; he looked inwards, and found her there He is many times flat, insipid; his comic wit degenerating into clenches, his serious swelling into bombast. But he is always great.
Here lies, bowl'd out by Death's unerring ball, A cricketer renowned, by name John Small; But though his name was small, yet great was his fame, For nobly did he play the'noble game'. His life was like his inningslong and good; Full ninety summers had Death withstood, At length the ninetieth winter camewhen (Fate Not leaving him one solitary mate) This last of Hambledonians, old John Small, Gave up his bat and ballhis leather, wax and all.
When I meet a historian who cannot think that there have been great men, great men moreover in politics, I feel myself in the presence of a bad historian; and there are times when I incline to judge all historians by their opinion of Winston Churchillwhether they can see that, no matter how much better the details, often damaging, of man and career become known, he still remains, quite simply, a great man.
To be great is to be misunderstood.
Nothing great was ever achieved without enthusiasm.
It was not the matter of the work, but the mind that went into, that countedand the manwho was not content to do small things well would leave great things undone.
How low, how little are the proud, How indigent the great!
Beyond the limits of a vulgar fate, Beneath the good how farbut far above the great.
For every good art critic there may be ten great artists.
The world's great men have not commonly been great scholars, nor its great scholarsgreat men.
People moved in hushed and anxious hours while his life lingered on. It was thus I learned that some great man was at the helm of our country.
Canada only needs to be known in order to be great.
Little minds are interested in the extraordinary; great minds in the commonplace.
Is there anyone among the great men who has not imitated? Nothing is made with nothing.
I have become increasingly convinced that great men have strong elements of comicality in them.
Minds that are great and free, Should not on fortune pause, 'Tis crown enough to virtue still, her own applause.
Vere magnus est, qui magnam habet caritatem. He is truly great who has great charity.
Porque todo es irreal en este cuento. Nada sucedio como se indica. Hechos y sitios se deformaron por el empen o de tocar la verdad mediante una ficcio n, una mentira. Todo irreal, nada sucedio como aqu | se refiere. Pero fue un pobre intento de contribuir a que el gran crimen nunca se repita. For everything in this story is unreal. Nothing happened the way it was suggested. Facts and places were distorted by that persistent desire to touch the truth by means of fiction, a lie. All of it is unreal; nothing happened the way it istold here.It was a poorattempt to help ensure that the great crime is never repeated.
It is now apparent that this great, this powerful, this formidablekingdomisconsidered onlyas a province of a despicable electorate.
Know then thyself, presume not God to scan; The proper study of mankind is man. Placed on this isthmus of a middle state, A being darkly wise, and rudely great: With too much knowledge for the sceptic side, With too much weakness for the stoic's pride, He hangs between; in doubt to act or rest, In doubt to deem himself a god, or beast; In doubt his mind or body to prefer, Born but to die, and reas'ning but to err; Alike in ignorance, his reason such, Whether he thinks too little, or too much.
But still the great have kindness in reserve, He helped to bury whom he helped to starve.
We live in the great indoors: the vacuum cleaner grazes over the carpet, lowing, its udder a swollen wobble. SeeAusten 43:88.
A mere copier of nature never produces anything great.
For when the One Great Scorer comes To write against your name, He marksnot that you won or lost But how you played the game.
Not least among the qualities ina great King is a capacity to permit his Ministers to serve him.
They who would be great in our little government seem as ridiculous to me as schoolboys whoclimb a crab- tree, venturing their necks for fruit which solid pigs would disdain if they were not starving.
Idiots are always in favour of inequality of income (their only chance of eminence), and the really great in favour of equality.
I think continually of those who were truly great.
The great and almost onlycomfort about being a woman is that one can always pretend to be more stupid than one is and no one is surprised.
Pray God our greatness may not fail Through craven fears of being great.
Half close your eyelids, loosen your hair, And dream about the great and their pride; They have spoken against you everywhere, But weigh this song with the great and their pride; I made it out of a mouthful of air, Their children's children shall say they have lied.
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