Charles Buxton Quotes

You will never 'find' time for anything. If you want time, you must make it.

In life, as in Chess, ones own Pawns block ones way. A mans very wealth, ease, leisure, children, books, which should help him to win, more often checkmate him

Bad temper is its own scourge. Few things are more bitter than to feel bitter. A man's venom poisons himself more than his victim.

A successful career has been full of blunders.

You cannot win without sacrifice.

The longer I live, the more deeply am I convinced that that which makes the difference between one person and another-between the weak and the powerful, the great and the insignificant-is energy-invisible determination.

A large family party is rather too much like a flight of tomtits; everlasting twitter, but no conversation; gregariousness without companionship.

In life, as in chess, forethought wins.

The fact is - nothing comes, at least nothing good. All has to be fetched.

Failure means that you would not, or could not, pay for success. Success is a matter of sale. It can (most often) be bought by a large outlay--of hard forethought--of pains--of steadiness--of the golden wisdom coined from experience. But the figure is too high for most of us. We are too poor, or too slothful, to bring the price.

I once met a man who had forgiven an injury. I hope some day to meet the man who has forgiven an insult.

Proverbs are potted wisdom.

Self-laudation abounds among the unpolished, but nothing can stamp a man more sharply as ill-bred.

Indulge in procrastination, and in time yon will come to this, that because a thing ought to be done, therefore you can't do it.

Few things are more bitter than to feel bitter.

Experience shows that success is due less to ability than to zeal.

You have not fulfilled every duty unless you have fulfilled that of being pleasant.

To make pleasures pleasant shorten them.

Success soon palls. The joyous time is when the breeze first strikes your sails, and the waters rustle under your bows.

A man's venom poisons himself more than his victims.

All movement, of every creature, comes from the desire after something better.

In one family, all goes by two and two. If a member of it has any interest, he or she will confide it to some one other; but the rest know nothing. In another family, all feel what touches one; nothing is kept dark from the father and mother, brothers and sisters--all share. This family habit is by far the better, it strengthens the tie between the members, and makes the home one home.

All high truth is poetry. Take the results of science: they glow with beauty, cold and hard as are the methods of reaching them.

In one family, every little plan or question is discussed amid bickering and irritation. In another, without the least effort, every discussion goes on amid perfect peace. This is just as easy, and infinitely more agreeable: only, in many homes it does not happen to be the family habit.

Pounds are the sons, not of pounds, but of pence.