There's night and day, brother, both sweet things; sun, moon, and stars, brother, all sweet things; there's likewise a wind on the heath. Life is very sweet, brother; who would wish to die?— George Henry Borrow
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Next to the love of God, the love of country is the best preventive of crime.
Translation is at best an echo.
Two great talkers will not travel far together.
Good ale, the true and proper drink of Englishmen.
He is not deserving of the name of Englishman who speaketh against ale, that is good ale.
It has been said that idleness is the parent of mischief, which is very true;
but mischief itself is merely an attempt to escape from the dreary vacuum of idleness.
We must walk before we run.
A losing trade, I assure you, sir: literature is a drug.
There is a peculiarity in the countenance, as everybody knows, which, though it cannot be described, is sure to betray the Englishman.
I have always been a friend to hero-worship;
it is the only rational one, and has always been in use amongst civilized people - the worship of spirits is synonymous with barbarism - it is mere fetish. ... There is something philosophic in the worship of the heroes of the human race.
There are no countries in the world less known by the British than those selfsame British Islands.
Never ride your horse more than five-and-thirty miles a day, always taking more care of him than of yourself; which is right and reasonable, seeing as how the horse is the best animal of the two.
Youth will be served, every dog has his day, and mine has been a fine one.
The Germans are the most philosophic people in the world, and the greatest smokers: now I trace their philosophy to their smoking. Smoking has a sedative effect upon the nerves, and enables a man to bear the sorrows of this life (of which every one has his share) not only decently, but dignifiedly.
If you must commit suicide ... always contrive to do it as decorously as possible; the decencies, whether of life or of death, should never be lost sight of.
Sherry...a silly, sickly compound, the use of which will transform a nation, however bold and warlike by nature, into a race of sketchers, scribblers, and punsters, in fact into what Englishmen are at the present day.
I am invariably of the politics of the people at whose table I sit, or beneath whose roof I sleep.