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Talk:William Hazlitt

why dont you have a page here?? i need to know about william hazitt..i have an essay due!!!!

There is an extensive page, but perhaps what you are looking for is the Wikipedia article: William Hazlitt ~ Achilles 01:59, 31 October 2005 (UTC)


Wikiquote no longer allows unsourced quotations, and they are in process of being removed from our pages (see Wikiquote:Limits on quotations); but if you can provide a reliable and precise source for any quote on this list please move it to William Hazlitt. --Antiquary 13:42, 7 March 2009 (UTC)

  • Those who speak ill of the spiritual life, Although they come and go by day, Are like the smith's bellows: They take breath but are not alive.
  • To be happy, we must be true to nature and carry our age along with us.
  • Simplicity of character is the natural result of profound thought.

Quotations from English WikipediaEdit

Below are the quotations which I just deleted from the William Hazlitt entry on the English Wikipedia. Some of them are not sourced at all (but if you view the source code that are some speculative remarks). Others are vaguely sourced. NotFromUtrecht 20:01, 20 January 2011 (UTC)

  • The love of liberty is the love of others; the love of power is the love of ourselves.
  • Prejudice is the child of ignorance.
  • The essence of poetry is will and passion.
  • Rules and models destroy genius and art.
  • Man is the only animal that laughs and weeps, for he is the only animal that is struck with the difference between what things are and what they ought to be.

"I had no notion then that I should ever be able to express my admiration to others in motley imagery or quaint allusion, till the light of his genius shone into my soul, like the sun's rays glittering in the puddles of the road. I was at that time dumb, inarticulate, helpless, like a worm by the way-side, crushed, bleeding lifeless; but now, bursting from the deadly bands that 'bound them,
'With Styx nine times round them,'
"my ideas float on winged words, and as they expand their plumes, catch the golden light of other years. My soul has indeed remained in its original bondage, dark, obscure, with longing infinite and unsatisfied; my heart, shut up in the prison-house of this rude clay, has never found, nor will it ever find, a heart to speak to; but that my understanding also did not remain dumb and brutish, or at length found a language to express itself, I owe to Coleridge."
--from the essay "My First Acquaintance with Poets"
"For if no man can be happy in the free exercise of his reason, no wise man can be happy without it."
--from the essay "On the Periodical Essayists"
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