James Anthony Froude

James Anthony Froude
James Anthony Froude FRSEwas an English historian, novelist, biographer, and editor of Fraser's Magazine. From his upbringing amidst the Anglo-Catholic Oxford Movement, Froude intended to become a clergyman, but doubts about the doctrines of the Anglican church, published in his scandalous 1849 novel The Nemesis of Faith, drove him to abandon his religious career. Froude turned to writing history, becoming one of the best known historians of his time for his History of England from the Fall of Wolsey to...
NationalityEnglish
ProfessionHistorian
Date of Birth23 April 1818
James Anthony Froude quotes about
The essence of greatness is neglect of the self.
As we advance in life, we learn the limits of our abilities.
Mistakes are often the best teachers.
The moral of human life is never simple, and the moral of a story which aims only at being true to human life cannot be expected to be any more so.
The better one is morally the less aware they are of their virtue.
The superstition of science scoffs at the superstition of faith.
The trials of life will not wait for us. They come at their own time, not caring much to inquire how ready we may be to meet them.
A dreamer he was, and ever would be. Yet dreaming need not injure us, if it do but take its turn with waking; and even dreams themselves may be turned to beauty, by favoured men to whom nature has given the powers of casting them into form.
Women's eyes are rapid in detecting a heart which is ill at ease with itself, and, knowing the value of sympathy, and finding their own greatest happiness not in receiving it, but in giving it, with them to be unhappy is at once to be interesting.
The endurance of the inequalities of life by the poor is the marvel of human society.
We call heaven our home, as the best name we know to give it.
I cut a hole in my heart and wrote with the blood .
I scarcely know a professional man I can like, and certainly not one who has been what the world calls successful, that I should the least wish to resemble.
I would sooner perish for ever than stoop down before a Being who may have power to crush me, but whom my heart forbids me to reverence.