Charles Caleb Colton
Charles Caleb Colton
Charles Caleb Coltonwas an English cleric, writer and collector, well known for his eccentricities...
NationalityEnglish
ProfessionWriter
inspiration men wife
Body and mind, like man and wife, do not always agree to die together.
optimism doubt literature
Doubt is the vestibule through which all must pass before they can enter into the temple of wisdom.
real writing editing
Our admiration of fine writing will always be in proportion to its real difficulty and its apparent ease.
conquer negotiation grants
Grant graciously what you cannot refuse safely and conciliate those you cannot conquer.
tolerance saint rough
As no roads are so rough as those that have just been mended, so no sinners are so intolerant as those that have just turned saints.
frustration grace victory
When the frustration of my helplessness seemed greatest, I discovered God's grace was more than sufficient. And after my imprisonment, I could look back and see how God used my powerlessness for His purpose. What He has chosen for my most significant witness was not my triumphs or victories, but my defeat.
men humanity paradox
Man is an embodied paradox, a bundle of contradictions.
knowledge science two
Knowledge is two-fold, and consists not only in an affirmation of what is true, but in the negation of that which is false.
reflection body reputation
Mental pleasures never cloy; unlike those of the body, they are increased by reputation, approved by reflection, and strengthened by enjoyment.
fall velocity vacuums
The soundest argument will produce no more conviction in an empty head than the most superficial declamation; as a feather and a guinea fall with equal velocity in a vacuum.
sloth laziness virtue
Sloth, if it has prevented many crimes, has also smothered many virtues.
men nadir zenith
Man, if he compare himself with all that he can see, is at the zenith of power; but if he compare himself with all that he can conceive, he is at the nadir of weakness.
mean men light
Alas! What is man? Whether he be deprived of that light which is from on high, of whether he discard it, a frail and trembling creature; standing on time, that bleak and narrow isthmus between two eternities, he sees nothing but impenetrable darkness on the one hand, and doubt, distrust, and conjecture, still more perplexing, on the other. Most gladly would he take an observation, as to whence he has come, or whither he is going; alas, he has not the means: his telescope is too dim, his compass too wavering, his plummet too short.
book writing companion
With books, as with companions, it is of more consequence to know which to avoid, than which to choose, for good books are as scarce as good companions, and in both instances, all that we can learn from baad ones is, that some much time has been worse than thrown away.