Books by Thomas Babbington Macaulay

Quotes by Thomas Babbington Macaulay
Your Constitution is all sail and no anchor.
The conformation of his mind was such that whatever was little seemed to him great, and whatever was great seemed to him little.
Ye diners-out from whom we guard our spoons.
Such night in England ne'er had been, nor ne'er again shall be.
Press where ye see my white plume shine, amidst the ranks of war,
And be your oriflamme today the helmet of Navarre.
An acre in Middlesex is better than a principality in Utopia.
The Chief Justice was rich, quiet, and infamous.
He [Richard Steele] was a rake among scholars, and a scholar among rakes.
What a singular destiny has been that of this remarkable man!—To be regarded in his own age as a classic, and in ours as a companion! To receive from his contemporaries that full homage which men of genius have in general received only from posterity; to be more intimately known to posterity than other men are known to their contemporaries!
That wonderful book, while it obtains admiration from the most fastidious critics, is loved by those who are too simple to admire it.
Oh! wherefore come ye forth in triumph from the north,
With your hands and your feet and your raiment all red?
And wherefore doth your rout send forth a joyous shout?
And whence be the grapes of the wine-press which ye tread?
I would rather be a poor man in a garret with plenty of books than a king who did not love reading.
It is odd that the last twenty-five years which have witnessed the greatest progress ever made in physical science — the greatest victories ever achieved by mind over matter — should have produced hardly a volume that will be remembered in 1900.
I shall not be satisfied unless I produce something which shall for a few days supersede the last fashionable novel on the tables of young ladies.
I have not the Chancellor’s encyclopedic mind. He is indeed a kind of semi-Solomon. He half knows everything, from the cedar to the hyssop.
The great cause of revolutions is this, that while nations move onward, constitutions stand still.
Every schoolboy knows who imprisoned Montezuma, and who strangled Atahualpa.
A man who has never looked on Niagra has but a faint idea of a cataract; and he who has not read Barère's ''Memoirs'' may be said not to know what it is to lie.
She [the Roman Catholic Church] may still exist in undiminished vigour when some traveller from New Zealand shall, in the midst of a vast solitude, take his stand on a broken arch of London Bridge to sketch the ruins of St. Paul’s.
Out of his surname they have coined an epithet for a knave, and out of his Christian name a synonym for the Devil.
Reform, that we may preserve.
Soon fades the spell, soon comes the night;
Say will it not be then the same,
Whether we played the black or white,
Whether we lost or won the game?
Thus, then, stands the case. It is good, that authors should be remunerated; and the least exceptionable way of remunerating them is by a monopoly. Yet monopoly is an evil. For the sake of the good we must submit to the evil; but the evil ought not to last a day longer than is necessary for the purpose of securing the good.
We hardly know an instance of the strength and weakness of human nature so striking and so grotesque as the character of this haughty, vigilant, resolute, sagacious blue-stocking, half Mithridates and half Trissotin, bearing up against a world in arms, with an ounce of poison in one pocket and a quire of bad verses in the other.
The object of oratory alone is not truth, but persuasion.
She [the Catholic Church] thoroughly understands what no other Church has ever understood, how to deal with enthusiasts.
The sweeter sound of woman’s praise.
The gallery in which the reporters sit has become a fourth estate of the realm.
Forget all feuds, and shed one English tear
O'er English dust. A broken heart lies here.
Nothing is so useless as a general maxim.
The highest proof of virtue is to possess boundless power without abusing it.
To sum up the whole, we should say that the aim of the Platonic philosophy was to exalt man into a god.
It is impossible for us, with our limited means, to attempt to educate the body of the people. We must at present do our best to form a class who may be interpreters between us and the millions whom we govern, --a class of persons Indian in blood and colour, but English in tastes, in opinions, in morals and in intellect.
In order that he might rob a neighbour whom he had promised to defend, black men fought on the coast of Coromandel and red men scalped each other by the great lakes of North America.
In that temple of silence and reconciliation where the enmities of twenty generations lie buried, in the great Abbey which has during many ages afforded a quiet resting-place to those whose minds and bodies have been shattered by the contentions of the Great Hall.
Temple was a man of the world amongst men of letters, a man of letters amongst men of the world.
There you [Sir Robert Peel] sit, doing penance for the disingenuousness of years.
Intoxicated with animosity.
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