Oliver Wendell Holmes - Page 3

A sense of wrong doing is an enhancement of pleasure.
– Oliver Wendell Holmes

The mind of a bigot is like the pupil of the eye; the more light you pour on it, the more it will contract.
– Oliver Wendell Holmes

Day hath put on his jacket, and around His burning bosom buttoned it with stars.
– Oliver Wendell Holmes

The mind, once expanded to the dimensions of larger ideas, never returns to its original size.
– Oliver Wendell Holmes

Man has will, but woman has her way.
– Oliver Wendell Holmes

Language is the blood of the soul into which thoughts run and out of which they grow.
– Oliver Wendell Holmes

Knowledge and timber shouldn’t be much used till they are seasoned.
– Oliver Wendell Holmes

The sound of a kiss is not so loud as that of a cannon, but its echo lasts a great deal longer.
– Oliver Wendell Holmes

There are many things which we can afford to forget which it is yet well to learn.
– Oliver Wendell Holmes

A weak mind does not accumulate force enough to hurt itself;stupidity often saves a man from going mad.
– Oliver Wendell Holmes

The main part of intellectual education is not the acquisition of facts but learning how to make facts live.
– Oliver Wendell Holmes

Life, not the parson, teaches conduct.
– Oliver Wendell Holmes

A man is usually more careful of his money than of his principles.
– Oliver Wendell Holmes

The right to swing my fist ends where the other man’s nose begins.
– Oliver Wendell Holmes

Where we love is home, Home that our feet may leave, but not our hearts.
– Oliver Wendell Holmes

Ay, tear her tattered ensign down! Long has it waved on high, And many an eye has danced to see That banner in the sky.
– Oliver Wendell Holmes

One flag, one land, one heart, one hand, One Nation,evermore!
– Oliver Wendell Holmes

Love is the master key that opens the gates of happiness.
– Oliver Wendell Holmes

The mode by which the inevitable comes to pass is effort.
– Oliver Wendell Holmes

Don’t you stay at home of evenings? Don’t you love a cushioned seat In a corner, by the fireside, with your slippers on your feet?
— Oliver Wendell Holmes