Thomas B. Macaulay
Thomas B. Macaulay
Thomas Babington Macaulay, 1st Baron Macaulay, PCwas a British historian and Whig politician. He wrote extensively as an essayist and reviewer; his books on British history have been hailed as literary masterpieces. He was a member of the Babington family by virtue of his aunt's marriage to Thomas Babington...
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Few of the many wise apothegms, which have been uttered from the time of the seven sages of Greece to that of poor Richard, have prevented a single foolish action
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Few of the many wise apothegms which have been uttered have prevented a single foolish action.
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He . . . felt towards those whom he had deserted that peculiar malignity which has, in all ages, been characteristic of apostates.
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From the poetry of Lord Byron they drew a system of ethics, compounded of misanthropy and voluptuousness, in which the two great commandments were, to hate your neighbor, and to love your neighbor's wife
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History begins in novel and ends in essay.
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Was none who would be foremost To lead such dire attack; But those behind cried "Forward!" And those before cried "Back!
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We have heard it said that five per cent is the natural interest of money.
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A propensity which, for want of a better name, we will venture to christen Boswellism.
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I shall not be satisfied unless I produce something that shall for a few days supersede the last fashionable novel on the tables of young ladies.
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Obadiah Bind - their - kings - in - chains - and -their - nobles - with - links - of - iron.
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Now who will stand on either hand / And keep the bridge with me?
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An acre in Middlesex is better than a principality in Utopia
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The sentinel on Whitehall gate looked forth into the night.
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Forget all feuds, and shed one English tear O'er English dust. A broken heart lies here.