William Cowper Quotes and Quotations
He that has seen both sides of fifty has lived to little purpose if he has no other views of the world than he had when he was much younger.
A fool must now and then be right by chance.
God moves in a mysterious way His wonders to perform; He plants his footsteps in the sea And rides upon the storm.
Existence is a strange bargain. Life owes us little; we owe it everything. The only true happiness comes from squandering ourselves for a purpose.
Happiness depends, as Nature shows, Less on exterior things than most suppose.
Absence of occupation is not rest, A mind quite vacant is a mind distress'd.
How much a dunce that has been sent to roam Excels a dunce that has been kept at home!
The only true happiness comes from squandering ourselves for a purpose.
Happiness depends, as Nature shows, less on exterior things than most suppose.
No traveler e'er reached that blest abode who found not thorns and briers in his road.
Restraining prayer, we cease to fight; Prayer keeps the Christian's armor bright; And Satan trembles when he sees The weakest saint upon his knees.
The cares of today are seldom those of tomorrow.
Beware of desp'rate steps; the darkest day lived till tomorrow will have pass'd away.
The only true happiness comes from squandering ourselves for a purpose.
We are never more in danger than when we think ourselves most secure, nor in reality more secure than when we seem to be most in danger.
Remorse begets reform.
What is there in the vale of life Half so delightful as a wife When Friendship, love and peace combine To stamp the marriage bond divine?
God made the country, and man made the town.
The town is man's world, but this (country life) is of God.
A moral, sensible, and well-bred man Will not affront me, and no other can.
God moves in a mysterious way His wonders to perform; He plants his footsteps in the sea And rides upon the storm.
Grief is itself a med'cine.
Religion, if in heavenly truths attired, Needs only to be seen to be admired.
A glory gilds the sacred page, Majestic like the sun, It gives a light to every age, It gives, but borrows none.
I praise the Frenchman; his remark was shrewd, - "How sweet, how passing sweet is solitude." But grant me still a friend in my retreat, Whom I may whisper - Solitude is sweet.
Variety's the very spice of life, That gives it all its flavour.
Such stuff the world is made of.