William Hazlitt
William Hazlitt
William Hazlittwas an English writer, drama and literary critic, painter, social commentator, and philosopher. He is now considered one of the greatest critics and essayists in the history of the English language, placed in the company of Samuel Johnson and George Orwell. He is also acknowledged as the finest art critic of his age. Despite his high standing among historians of literature and art, his work is currently little read and mostly out of print...
NationalityEnglish
ProfessionCritic
Date of Birth10 April 1778
jokes sufferers
Some one is generally sure to be the sufferer by a joke.
foul nations
The English (it must be owned) are rather a foul-mouthed nation.
player envy poet
The player envies only the player, the poet envies only the poet.
leisure busier
The busier we are the more leisure we have.
regret doors favors
The person whose doors I enter with most pleasure, and quit with most regret, never did me the smallest favor.
perfect joy heaven
The perfect joys of heaven do not satisfy the cravings of nature.
ambition incentives
The incentive to ambition is the love of power.
thinking order way
To get others to come into our ways of thinking, we must go over to theirs; and it is necessary to follow, in order to lead.
appreciation courage thinking
We are very much what others think of us. The reception our observations meet with gives us courage to proceed, or damps our efforts.
conceited self bears
We can bear to be deprived of everything but our self-conceit.
life success men
The world judge of men by their ability in their profession, and we judge of ourselves by the same test: for it is on that on which our success in life depends.
death country horse
Defoe says that there were a hundred thousand country fellows in his time ready to fight to the death against popery, without knowing whether popery was a man or a horse.
believe men imagination
A nickname is the heaviest stone that the devil can throw at a man. It is a bugbear to the imagination, and, though we do not believe in it, it still haunts our apprehensions.
hate lost-friendship world
The dupe of friendship, and the fool of love; have I not reason to hate and to despise myself? Indeed I do; and chiefly for not having hated and despised the world enough.