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Samuel Butler

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  • ''There is but one step from the Academy to the Fad.''
    Samuel Butler (1835-1902), British author. Samuel Butler's Notebooks, p. 236 (1951).
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  • ''The better part of valour is indiscretion.''
    Samuel Butler (1835-1902), British author. First published in 1912. Samuel Butler's Notebooks, p. 165, E.P. Dutton & Company (1951).
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  • ''We are not won by arguments that we can analyse but by tone and temper, by the manner which is the man himself.''
    Samuel Butler (1835-1902), British author. Samuel Butler's Notebooks (1951).
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  • ''There is no bore like a clever bore.''
    Samuel Butler (1835-1902), British author. First published in 1912. Samuel Butler's Notebooks, p. 255, E.P. Dutton & Company (1951).
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  • ''Justice is my being allowed to do whatever I like. Injustice is whatever prevents my doing so.''
    Samuel Butler (1835-1902), British author. Samuel Butler's Notebooks, p. 56 (1951).
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Best Poem of Samuel Butler

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.
For she was plain and lame and fat and short,
Forty and over-kind. Hence it befell
That though I loved her in a certain sort,
Yet did I love too wisely but not well.
Ah! had she been more beauteous or less ...

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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.