Date: 1790
"Vain are a man's titles--vain his wealth--vain his pursuits of pleasure--the guilty mind has no enjoyment--neither rank nor riches can steel the breast against the stings of conscience."
preview | full record— Trusler, John (1735-1820)
Date: 1793
"To solace mental fatigue by the amusements of fancy, is no loss of time. Students know how often the eye is busied in wandering over the page, while the mind lies in torpid inactivity; they therefore compute their time, not by the hours consumed in study, but by the real acquisitions they obtain...
preview | full record— Disraeli, Isaac (1766-1848)
Date: w. 1788-93, 1796 (rev. 1815, 1827, 1837, 1897)
"Such hardships may steel the mind and body against the injuries of fortune; but my timid reserve was astonished by the crowd and tumult of the school; the want of strength and activity disqualified me for the sports of the play-field; nor have I forgotten how often in the year forty-six I was re...
preview | full record— Gibbon, Edward (1737-1794)
Date: 1796
"Low in a humble Preface authors kneel; / In vain, the wearied reader's heart is steel."
preview | full record— Disraeli, Isaac (1766-1848)
Date: 1797
"I would neither corrupt my imagination with impurity, nor steel my heart by barbarous narratives and sanguinary persecutions."
preview | full record— Disraeli, Isaac (1766-1848)
Date: 1797
"Remember that the Divine Agency is promised, 'to take away the heart of stone, and give a heart of flesh,' of which it is the natural property to be tender and susceptible."
preview | full record— Wilberforce, William (1759-1833)
Date: w. 1821, 1840
"The sacred links of that chain have never been entirely disjoined, which descending through the minds of many men is attached to those great minds, whence as from a magnet the invisible effluence is sent forth, which at once connects, animates, and sustains the life of all"
preview | full record— Shelley, Percy Bysshe (1792-1822)
Date: w. 1821, 1840
"It is as it were the interpretation of a diviner nature through our own; but its footsteps are like those of a wind over the sea, which the coming calm erases, and whose traces remain only as on the wrinkled sand which paves it."
preview | full record— Shelley, Percy Bysshe (1792-1822)