George Canning Quotes

But of all plagues, good Heaven, thy wrath can send, Save me, oh, save me, from the candid friend!

Indecision and delays are the parents of failure.

Intimately concerned as we are with the system of Europe, it does not follow that we are therefore called upon to mix ourselves onevery occasion, with a restless and meddling activity, in the concerns of the nations which surround us.

When our perils are past, shall our gratitude sleep?

Whene'er with haggard eyes I view This dungeon that I'm rotting in, I think of those companions true Who studied with me at the U- Niversity of Gottingen.

Here's to the pilot that weathered the storm.

A steady patriot of the world alone, The friend of every country but his own.

I can prove anything by statistics except the truth.

There is nothing I know of so sublime as a fact.

Away with the cant of 'Measures not men!'-the idle supposition that it is the harness and not the horses that draw the chariot along.

In matters of commerce the fault of the Dutch Is offering too little and asking too much. The French are with equal advantage content, So we clap on Dutch bottoms just twenty per cent.

I called the New World into existence, to redress the balance of the Old.

If hush'd the loud whirlwind that ruffled the deep, The sky if no longer dark tempests deform; When our perils are past shall our gratitude sleep? No! Here's to the pilot that weather'd the storm!

Needy knife-grinder! whither are ye going? Rough is the road, your wheel is out of order; Bleak blows the blast-your hat has got a hole in it. So have your breeches.

Man, only - rash, refined, presumptuous man, Starts from his rank, and mars creation's plan.

Active beneficence is a virtue of easier practice than forbearance after having conferred, or than thankfulness after having received a benefit. I know not, indeed, whether it be a greater and more difficult exercise of magnanimity, for the one party to act as if he had forgotten, or for the other as if he constantly remembered the obligation.

So down thy hill, romantic Ashbourn, glides The Derby dilly, carrying three INSIDES.