3 December 2020 Walter Savage Landor The flame of anger, bright and brief, sharpens the barb of love.
3 December 2020 Walter Savage Landor In argument, truth always prevails finally in politics, falsehood always.
3 December 2020 Walter Savage Landor Even the weakest disputant is made so conceited by what he calls religion, as to think himself wiser than the wisest who think differently from him.
3 December 2020 Walter Savage Landor Every sect is a moral check on its neighbour. Competition is as wholesome in religion as in commerce.
3 December 2020 Walter Savage Landor Music is God’s gift to man, the only art of Heaven given to earth, the only art of earth we take to Heaven.
3 December 2020 Walter Savage Landor Goodness does not more certainly make men happy than happiness makes them good.
3 December 2020 Walter Savage Landor Study is the bane of childhood, the oil of youth, the indulgence of adulthood, and a restorative in old age.
3 December 2020 Walter Savage Landor Prose on certain occasions can bear a great deal of poetry on the other hand, poetry sinks and swoons under a moderate weight of prose.
