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Thomas Love Peacock

Thomas Love Peacock (18 October 1785 – 23 January 1866) 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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Nothing can be more obvious than that all animals were created solely and exclusively for the use of man.

Animal, Animals, Created, Exclusively, Men, Use

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.

Beaten, Grew, Learning, School, Taken, Usual

Sir, I have quarrelled with my wife; and a man who has quarrelled with his wife is absolved from all duty to his country.

Absolved, Country, Duty, Men, Quarrelled, Wife

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

Audience, Away, Convincing, Failed, Going Away, Work

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

Book, Furnishes, Plaything, Quotations

Death comes to all. His cold and sapless hand Waves o'er the world, and beckons us away. Who shall resist the summons?

Away, Beckons, Death, Hands, Waves, World

. . . where the Greeks had modesty, we have cant; where they had poetry, we have cant; where they had patriotism, we have cant; where they had anything that exalts, delights, or adorns humanity, we have nothing but cant, cant, cant.

Exalts, Greek, Humanity, Insulting, Nothing, Patriotism

The critic does his utmost to blight genius in his infancy.

Blight, Doe, Genius, Infancy, Utmost

How troublesome is day! It calls us from our sleep away; It bids us from our pleasant dreams awake, And sends us forth to keep or break Our promises to pay. How troublesome is day!

Awake, Dream, Keep, Promise, Promises, Sleep

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.

Drink, Drunk, Floor, Lying

They have poisoned the Thames and killed the fish in the river. A little further development of the same wisdom and science will complete the poisoning of the air, and kill the dwellers on the banks. I almost think it is the destiny of science to exterminate the human race.

Destiny, Development, Science, Thinking

The highest wisdom and the highest genius have been invariably accompanied with cheerfulness. We have sufficient proofs on record that Shakespeare and Socrates were the most festive companions.

Companions, Genius, Proof, Record, Records

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

Destiny, Love, Think, Thinking, Ultimate

Tea, late dinners and the French Revolution. I cannot exactly see the connection of ideas.

Connections, Exactly, French, Ideas, Tea

There are two reasons for drinking wine. . . when you are thirsty, to cure it; the other, when you are not thirsty, to prevent it. . . prevention is better than cure.

Drinking, Prevention, Reasons, Thirsty, Two, Wine

Laughter is pleasant, but the exertion at my age is too much for me.

Age, Exertion, Laughter, Pleasant, Too Much

The mountain sheep are sweeter, But the valley sheep are fatter. We therefore deemed it meeter To carry off the latter.

Latter, Mountain, Sheep, Valleys

Time is lord of thee: Thy wealth, thy glory, and thy name are his.

Name, Names, Thee, Thy, Time, Wealth

Seamen three! what men be ye? Gotham's three Wise Men we be. Whither in your bowl so free? To rake the moon from out the sea. The bowl goes trim. The moon doth shine, And our ballast is old wine.

Doth, Moon, Old, Whither, Wine, Wise

But though first love's impassioned blindness Has passed away in colder light, I still have thought of you with kindness, And shall do, till our last goodnight. The ever-rolling silent hours Will bring a time we shall not know, When our young days of gathering flowers Will be an hundred years ago.

Blindness, Flower, Kindness, Time, Young

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