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
Because they did not see merit where they should have seen it, people, to express their regret, will go and leave a lot of money to the very people who will be the first to throw stones at the next person who has anything to say and finds a difficulty in getting a hearing.
The want of money is the root of all evil.
Money is the last enemy that shall never be subdued. While there is flesh there is money or the want of money, but money is always on the brain so long as there is a brain in reasonable order.
It has been said that the love of money is the root of all evil. The want of money is so quite as truly.
A drunkard would not give money to sober people. He said they would only eat it, and buy clothes and send their children to school with it.
Friendship is like money, easier made than kept.
Words are like money; there is nothing so useless, unless when in actual use.
It has beeen said that the love of money is the root of all evil. The want of money is so quite as truly.
We shall never get people whose time is money to take much interest in atoms.
In matrimony, to hesitate is sometimes to be saved.
Eating is touch carried to the bitter end.
Still amorous, and fond, and billing, / Like Philip and Mary on a shilling.
Nothing is well done nor worth doing unless, take it all round, it has come pretty easily
If old Pontifex had had Cromwell's chances he would have done all that Cromwell did, and have done it better; if he had had Giotto's chances he would have done all that Giotto did, and done it no worse; as it was, he was a village carpenter, and I wi