What did Charles Churchill mean by: Weak is that throne, and in itself unsound, Which takes not solid virtue for its ground. Charles Churchill Poet · England Copy
Keep up appearances; there lies the test. The world will give thee credit for the rest. Author, December 25, 2023January 1, 2025, Charles Churchill, Appearance, Perception, Validation, 0 Charles Churchill Poet · England
The danger chiefly lies in acting well; no crime’s so great as daring to excel. Author, December 25, 2023January 1, 2025, Charles Churchill, Crime, Excellence, Jealousy, 0 Charles Churchill Poet · England
Constant attention wears the active mind, Blots out our pow’rs, and leaves a blank behind. Author, December 25, 2023January 1, 2025, Charles Churchill, Attention, Mind, Power, 0 Charles Churchill Poet · England
Quick-circulating slanders mirth afford; and reputation bleeds in every word. Author, December 25, 2023January 1, 2025, Charles Churchill, Reputation, Slander, Words, 0 Charles Churchill Poet · England
With curious art the brain, too finely wrought, Preys on herself, and is destroyed by thought. Author, December 25, 2023January 1, 2025, Charles Churchill, Destruction, Mental health, Overthinking, 0 Charles Churchill Poet · England
If honor calls, where’er she points the way The sons of honor follow, and obey. Author, December 25, 2023January 1, 2025, Charles Churchill, Duty, Honor, Loyalty, 0 Charles Churchill Poet · England
Fashion–a word which knaves and fools may use, Their knavery and folly to excuse. Author, December 25, 2023January 1, 2025, Charles Churchill, Critique, Deception, Vanity, 0 Charles Churchill Poet · England
Wit, who never once Forgave a brother, shall forgive a dunce. Author, December 25, 2023January 1, 2025, Charles Churchill, Forgiveness, Judgment, Wit, 0 Charles Churchill Poet · England
If it has to choose who is to be crucified, the crowd will always save Barabbas. Jean Cocteau Artist · France
One is either judge or accused. The judge sits, the accused stands. Live on your feet. Jean Cocteau Artist · France
It is no more in our power to love always than it was not to love at all. Read explanation Jean de la Bruyere Writer · France
