R.D. Blackmore Quotes & Sayings

I wandered in the streets, what with the noise the people made, the number of the coaches, the running of the footmen, the swaggering of great courtiers, and the thrusting aside of everybody, many a time I longed to be back among the sheep again, for fear of losing my peacefulness of spirit. — R.D. Blackmore

Only a pint at breakfast-time, and a pint and a half at eleven o'clock, and a quart or so at dinner. And then no more till the afternoon; and half a gallon at supper-time. No one can object to that. — R.D. Blackmore

Either love me not at all, or as I love you, for ever. — R.D. Blackmore

Now let us bandy words no more ... nothing is easier than sharp words, except to wish them unspoken. — R.D. Blackmore

Take to the study of the law. Possession is nine points of it, which thou hast of me. Self-possession is the tenth ... — R.D. Blackmore

It seemed to me that if the lawyers failed to do their duty, they ought to pay people for waiting upon them, instead of making them pay for it. — R.D. Blackmore

May be we are not such fools as we look. But though we be, we are well content, so long as we may be two fools together. — R.D. Blackmore

But whatever lives or dies, business must be attended to; and the principal business of good Christians is, beyond all controversy, to fight with one another. — R.D. Blackmore

It is sweet to see how soon a spring becomes a rill, and a rill runs on into a rivulet, and a rivulet swells into a brook; and before one has time to say 'what are you at?' - before the first tree it ever spoke to is a dummy, or the first hill it ever ran down has turned blue, here we all have airs and graces, demands and assertions of a full grown river. — R.D. Blackmore

'Curio vult advisari,' as the lawyers say; which means, 'Let us have another glass, and then we can think about it.' — R.D. Blackmore

Knowing Master Huckaback to be a man of his word, as well as one who would have others so, I was careful to be in good time the next morning ... — R.D. Blackmore

Because I rant not, neither rave of what I feel, can you be so shallow as to dream that I feel nothing? — R.D. Blackmore