Tobias Smollett Quotes

Some folks are wise and some are otherwise.

I think for my part one half of the nation is mad - and the other not very sound.

One wit, like a knuckle of ham in soup, gives a zest and flavour to the dish, but more than one serves only to spoil the pottage.

The capital is become an overgrown monster; which, like a dropsical head, will in time leave the body and extremities without nourishment and support.

Who bravely dares must sometimes risk a fall.

Opposition is the very spur of love.

Thy spirit, Independence, let me share! Lord of the lion-heart and eagle-eye thy steps I follow with my bosom bare, nor heed the storm that howls along the sky.

A mere index hunter, who held the eel of science by the tail.

Every shot has its commission, d'ye see? We must all die at one time, as the saying is.

Glory is the child of peril.

Writing is all a lottery -- I have been a loser by the works of the greatest men of the age.

A mere index hunter, who held the eel of science by the tail. Index-hunter is a term used mockingly, meaning one who acquires superficial knowledge merely by consulting indexes. The '[holding] the eel of science by the tail' allusion was used in 1728 by Alexander Pope (q.v.).

On Leven's banks, while free to rove, And tune the rural pipe to love, I envied not the happiest swain That ever trod the Arcadian plain. Pure stream! in whose transparent wave My youthful limbs I wont to lave; No torrents stain thy limpid source, No rocks impede thy dimpling course, That sweetly warbles o'er its bed, With white, round, polish'd pebbles spread.

And hearts resolved and hands prepared The blessings they enjoy to guard.

I find that the old Roman baths of this quarter, were found covered by an old burying ground, belonging to the Abbey; through which, in all probability, the water drains in its passage; so that as we drink the decoction of the living bodies at the Pump-room, we swallow the strainings of rotten bones and carcasses at the private bath - I vow to God, the very idea turns my stomach!

Number three is always fortunate.

The great Cham of literature. (Samuel Johnson)

Thy fatal shafts unerring move; I bow before thine altar, Love!

Nature I'll court in her sequester'd haunts, By mountain, meadow, streamlet, grove, or cell; Where the pois'd lark his evening ditty chants, And health, and peace, and contemplation dwell.

Nature and wisdom are not, but should be, companions.

There is not room to swing a cat.

To the valiant actions speak alone.

The Highlanders regale themselves with whisky. They find it an excellent preservation against the winter cold. It is given with great success to the infants in the confluent smallpox.

The bread I eat in London, is a deleterious paste, mixed up with chalk, alum, and bone ashes: insipid to the taste, and destructive to the constitution.

A man's opinion of danger varies at different times, in consequence of an irregular tide of animal spirits; and he is actuated by considerations which he dares not avow.

False as the fowler's artful snare.

Ridiculous modes, invented by ignorance, and adopted by folly.

Deep in the frozen regions of the north, A goddess violated brought thee forth, Immortal Liberty!

True courage scorns to vent her prowess in a storm of words; and to the valiant action speaks alone.

Of this diversion the Scots are so fond, that, when the weather will permit, you may see a multitude of all ranks, from the senator of justice to the lowest tradesman, mingled together, in their shirts, and following the balls with utmost eagerness.