Samuel Butler

(1612 - 1680 / England)

Samuel Butler Quotes

  • ''My main wish is to get my books into other people's rooms, and to keep other people's books out of mine.''
    Samuel Butler (1835-1902), British author. First published in 1912. Samuel Butler's Notebooks, p. 89, E.P. Dutton & Company (1951).
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  • ''Sight and all the other senses are only modes of touch.''
    Samuel Butler (1835-1902), British author. First published in 1912. Samuel Butler's Notebooks, p. 83, E.P. Dutton & Company (1951).
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  • ''Not to over-breed will be one day recognized as not less essential for national well- being than breeding is.''
    Samuel Butler (1835-1902), British author. First published in 1912. Samuel Butler's Notebooks, p. 281, E.P. Dutton & Company (1951).
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  • ''In old times people used to try and square the circle; now they try and devise schemes for satisfying the Irish nation.''
    Samuel Butler (1835-1902), British author. First published in 1912. Samuel Butler's Notebooks, p. 260, E.P. Dutton & Company (1951).
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  • ''Letters are like wine; if they are sound they ripen with keeping. A man should lay down letters as he does a cellar of wine.''
    Samuel Butler (1835-1902), British author. First published in 1912. Samuel Butler's Notebooks, p. 275, E.P. Dutton & Company (1951).
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  • ''The want of money is the root of all evil.''
    Samuel Butler (1835-1902), British author. Samuel Butler's Notebooks, p. 310 (1951). The aphorism, which has also been credited to Mark Twain, reappeared in Butler's novel, Erewhon, ch. 20 (1872).
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  • ''A man may begin as a bad sound, or even as a bad echo, but he is to be distrusted if he begins as a good echo.''
    Samuel Butler (1835-1902), British author. First published in 1912. Samuel Butler's Notebooks, p. 16, E.P. Dutton & Company (1951).
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  • ''Priests are not men of the world; it is not intended that they should be; and a University training is the one best adapted to prevent their becoming so.''
    Samuel Butler (1835-1902), British author. First published in 1912. Samuel Butler's Notebooks, p. 271, E.P. Dutton & Company (1951).
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  • ''The little Strangs say the "good words," as they call them, before going to bed, aloud and at their father's knee, or rather in the pit of his stomach. One of them was lately heard to say "Forgive us our christmasses as we forgive them that christmas against us."''
    Samuel Butler (1835-1902), British author. First published in 1912. Samuel Butler's Notebooks, p. 274, E.P. Dutton & Company (1951).
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  • ''The youth of an art is, like the youth of anything else, its most interesting period. When it has come to the knowledge of good and evil it is stronger, but we care less about it.''
    Samuel Butler (1835-1902), British author. Samuel Butler's Notebooks, p. 275 (1951).
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Best Poem of Samuel Butler

Hudibras - The Lady's Answer To The Knight

That you're a beast, and turn'd to grass,
Is no strange news, nor ever was;
At least to me, who once you know,
Did from the pound replevin you,
When both your sword and spurs were won
In combat by an Amazon.
That sword, that did (like Fate) determine
Th' inevitable death of vermine,
And never dealt its furious blows,
But cut the throats of pigs and cows,
By TRULLA was, in single fight,
Disarm'd and wrested from its knight;
Your heels degraded of your spurs,
And in the stocks close prisoners;
Where still they'd lain, in base restraint,
If I, in pity...

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Sonnets On Miss Savage

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She was too kind, wooed too persistently,
Wrote moving letters to me day by day;
The more she wrote, the more unmoved was I,
The more she gave, the less could I repay.
Therefore I grieve, not that I was not loved,
But that, being loved, I could not love again.
I liked, but like and love are far removed;
Hard though I tried to love I tried in vain.