Quotes by Thomas Love Peacock

About Thomas Love Peacock:

Thomas Love Peacock was an English novelist, poet, and official of the East India Company. He was a close friend of Percy Bysshe Shelley and they influenced each other's work. Peacock wrote satirical novels, each with the same basic setting — characters at a table discussing and criticising the philosophical opinions of the day.
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I like the immaterial world. I like to live among thoughts and images of the past and the possible, and even of the impossible, now and then.

Thomas Love Peacock

A mere wilderness, as you see, even now in December; but in summer a complete nursery of briers, a forest of thistles, a plantation of nettles, without any live stock but goats, that have eaten up all the bark of the trees. Here you see is the pedest...

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Not drunk is he who from the floor - Can rise alone and still drink more; But drunk is They, who prostrate lies, Without the power to drink or rise.

Thomas Love Peacock

The juice of the grape is the liquid quintessence of concentrated sunbeams.

Thomas Love Peacock

Raven: The Honourable Mr Listless is gone. He declared that, what with family quarrels in the morning, and ghosts at night, he could get neither sleep nor peace; and that the agitation was too much for his nerves: though Mr Glowry assured him that th...

Thomas Love Peacock

Raven: The Reverend Mr Larynx has been called off on duty, to marry or bury (I don't know which) some unfortunate person or persons, at Claydyke:...

Thomas Love Peacock

When Scythrop grew up, he was sent, as usual, to a public school, where a little learning was painfully beaten into him, and from thence to the university, where it was carefully taken out of him; and he was sent home like a well-threshed ear of corn...

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If we go on in this way, we shall have a new art of poetry, of which one of the first rules will be: To remember to forget that there are any such things as sunshine and music in the world.

Thomas Love Peacock

Modern literature is a north-east wind--a blight of the human soul. I take credit to myself for having helped to make it so. The way to produce fine fruit is to blight the flower. You call this a paradox. Marry, so be it.

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He had some taste for romance reading before he went to the university, where, we must confess, in justice to his college, he was cured of the love of reading in all its shapes; and the cure would have been radical, if disappointment in love, and tot...

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She discovered, when it was too late, that she had mistaken the means for the end—that riches, rightly used, are instruments of happiness, but are not in themselves happiness.

Thomas Love Peacock

When Scythrop grew up, he was sent, as usual, to a public school, where a little learning was painfully beaten into him, and from thence to the university, where it was carefully taken out of him; and he was sent home like a well-threshed ear of corn...

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I never failed to convince an audience that the best thing they could do was to go away.

Thomas Love Peacock

A book that furnishes no quotations is no book - it is a plaything.

Thomas Love Peacock

The waste of plenty is the resource of scarcity.

Thomas Love Peacock

Nothing can be more obvious than that all animals were created solely and exclusively for the use of man.

Thomas Love Peacock

Names are changed more readily than doctrines, and doctrines more readily than ceremonies.

Thomas Love Peacock

There are two reasons for drinking: one is, when you are thirsty, to cure it; the other, when you are not thirsty, to prevent it.

Thomas Love Peacock

On the top of Cadair Idris, I felt how happy a man might be with a little money and a sane intellect, and reflected with astonishment and pity on the madness of the multitude.

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I almost think it is the ultimate destiny of science to exterminate the human race.

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Author Bio

  • NameThomas Love Peacock
  • DescriptionEnglish novelist, poet, and official of the East India Company
  • AliasesAuthor of Headlong Hall,
  • BornOctober 18, 1785
  • DiedJanuary 23, 1866
  • CountryUnited Kingdom
  • ProfessionPoet; Author; Novelist
  • WorksNightmare Abbey