Treasure Island

George Borrow

(1803-1881 / England)

Quotations

  • ''I have always been a friend to hero-worship; it is the only rational one, and has always been in use amongst civilized people—the worship of spirits is synonymous with barbarism—it is mere fetish.... There is something philosophic in the worship of the heroes of the human race.''
    George Borrow (1803-1881), British author. An elderly individual, in Lavengro, ch. 23 (1851).
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  • ''If you must commit suicide ... always contrive to do it as decorously as possible; the decencies, whether of life or of death, should never be lost sight of.''
    George Borrow (1803-1881), British author. An "elderly individual," in Lavengro, ch. 23 (1851).
  • ''The Germans are the most philosophic people in the world, and the greatest smokers: now I trace their philosophy to their smoking.... Smoking has a sedative effect upon the nerves, and enables a man to bear the sorrows of this life (of which every one has his share) not only decently, but dignifiedly.''
    George Borrow (1803-1881), British author. An "elderly individual," in Lavengro, ch. 23 (1851).
  • ''There's night and day, brother, both sweet things; sun, moon, and stars, brother, all sweet things; there's likewise a wind on the heath. Life is very sweet, brother; who would wish to die?''
    George Borrow (1803-1881), British author. Jasper, in Lavengro, ch. 25 (1851).
  • ''I am invariably of the politics of the people at whose table I sit, or beneath whose roof I sleep.''
    George Borrow (1803-1881), British author. The Bible in Spain, ch. 16 (1843).
  • ''Next to the love of God, the love of country is the best preventive of crime.''
    George Borrow (1803-1881), British author. The Bible in Spain, ch. 4 (1843). "He who is proud of his country," Borrow explained, "will be particularly cautious not to do anything which is calculated to disgrace it."

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Glee

Roseate colours on heaven’s high arch
Are beginning to mix with the blue and the gray,
Sol now commences his wonderful march,
And the forests’ wing’d denizens sing from the spray.
Gaily the rose
Is seen to unclose
Each of her leaves to the brightening ray.
Waves on the lake
Rise, sparkle, and break:

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