John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
Herbert Spener 1820-1903 John Bartlett
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We too often forget that not only is there “a soul of goodness in things evil,” 1 but very generally a soul of truth in things erroneous. |
First Principles. |
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The fact disclosed by a survey of the past that majorities have been wrong must not blind us to the complementary fact that majorities have usually not been entirely wrong. |
First Principles. |
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Volumes might be written upon the impiety of the pious. |
First Principles. |
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We have unmistakable proof that throughout all past time, there has been a ceaseless devouring of the weak by the strong. |
First Principles. |
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Survival of the fittest. |
First Principles. |
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With a higher moral nature will come a restriction on the multiplication of the inferior. |
First Principles. |
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Evil perpetually tends to disappear. 2 |
The Evanescence of Evil. |
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Morality knows nothing of geographical boundaries or distinctions of race. |
The Evanescence of Evil. |
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No one can be perfectly free till all are free; no one can be perfectly moral till all are moral; no one can be perfectly happy till all are happy. |
The Evanescence of Evil. |
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The Republican form of government is the highest form of government: but because of this it requires the highest type of human nature—a type nowhere at present existing. |
The Americans. |
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The ultimate result of shielding men from the effects of folly is to fill the world with fools. |
State Tamperings with Money Banks. |
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If a single cell, under appropriate conditions, becomes a man in the space of a few years, there can surely be no difficulty in understanding how, under appropriate conditions, a cell may, in the course of untold millions of years, give origin to the human race. 3 |
Principles of Biology. |
Note 1. Shakespeare: Henry V, act iv. sc. i. There is some soul of goodness in things evil Would men observingly distil it out. [back] |
Note 2. Walt Whitman: Roaming in Thought. [back] |
Note 3. Tennyson: Maud. As nine months go to the shaping an infant ripe for his birth, So many a million of ages have gone to the making of man. [back] |