Samuel Butler
Samuel Butler
Samuel Butlerwas an iconoclastic Victorian-era English author who published a variety of works. Two of his most famous pieces are the Utopian satire Erewhon and a semi-autobiographical novel published posthumously, The Way of All Flesh. He is also known for examining Christian orthodoxy, substantive studies of evolutionary thought, studies of Italian art, and works of literary history and criticism. Butler made prose translations of the Iliad and Odyssey, which remain in use to this day...
NationalityBritish
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth4 December 1835
Science is being daily more and more personified and anthromorphized into a god. By and by they will say that science took our nature upon him, and sent down his only begotten son, Charles Darwin, or Huxley, into the world so that those who believe in him, &c.; and they will burn people for saying that science, after all, is only an expression for our ignorance of our own ignorance.
Friends are like money, easier made than kept.
Flying. Whatever any other organism has been able to do man should surely be able to do also, though he may go a different way about it.
Loyalty is still the same, whether it win or lose the game; as true as a dial to the sun, although it be not shined upon.
There is a photographer in every bush, going about like a roaring lion seeking whom he may devour.
He is greatest who is most often in men's good thoughts.
The youth of an art is, like the youth of anything else, its most interesting period.
To die completely, a person must not only forget but be forgotten, and he who is not forgotten is not dead.
If a man knows not life which he hath seen, how shall he know death, which he hath not seen?
History is a bucket of ashes.
The human intellect owes its superiority over that of the lower animals in great measure to the stimulus which alcohol has given imagination.
The Bible may be the truth, but it is not the whole truth and nothing but the truth.
There should be asylums for habitual teetotalers, but they would probably relapse into teetotalism as soon as they got out.
Creativity is so delicate a flower that praise tends to make it bloom, while discouragement often nips it in the bud.