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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| ddb2e03 | A monk is one who is conditioned by virtues as others are by pleasures. | John Climacus | ||
| 55b125c | We have to administer the law whether we like it or no. | John Coleridge, 1st Baron Coleridge | ||
| ce7f1df | As a lawyer I am before and above all things for the supremacy of law. | John Coleridge, 1st Baron Coleridge | ||
| 7b5942b | What is one man's gain is another's loss. | John Coleridge, 1st Baron Coleridge | ||
| bee4fe2 | A Court has no right to strain the law because it causes hardship. | John Coleridge, 1st Baron Coleridge | ||
| 8d7d465 | I must lay down the law as I understand it, and as I read it in books of authority. | John Coleridge, 1st Baron Coleridge | ||
| 09a2302 | A difficult form of virtue is to try in your own life to obey what you believe to be God's will. | John Coleridge, 1st Baron Coleridge | ||
| 8695b75 | Persecution is a very easy form of virtue. | John Coleridge, 1st Baron Coleridge | ||
| 352bfd7 | Selfishness and greed," said he, "have made the world what it is today." | John Collier | ||
| 1d4f388 | There is no bore like a despairing lover. | John Collier | ||
| 7321df6 | Rushin' Lullaby. | John Coltrane | ||
| 9f54165 | Keep a thing happenin' all throughout. | John Coltrane | ||
| 22ccf70 | An inferior artist's only chance of giving pleasure. | John Conington | ||
| 8cad04a | There are few writers whose text is in so satisfactory a state as Virgil's. | John Conington | ||
| 96b3398 | Virgil imitated Homer, but imitated him as a rival, not as a disciple. | John Conington | ||
| 670eb78 | Death takes the mean man with the proud;The fatal urn has room for all. | John Conington | ||
| df3b765 | No, trust the Muse: she opes the good man's grave,And lifts him to the gods. | John Conington | ||
| a2c1da1 | So vast the labor to createThe fabric of the Roman state! | John Conington | ||
| 48375a1 | This suffering will yield us yetA pleasant tale to tell. | John Conington | ||
| 6ba607e | Bear up, and live for happier days. | John Conington | ||
| 18fd81b | 'Is there, friend,' he cries, 'a spotThat knows not Troy's unhappy lot?' | John Conington | ||
| 7007f2d | E'en here the tear of pity springs,And hearts are touched by human things. | John Conington | ||
| 93d0dbe | If men and mortal arms ye slight,Know there are gods who watch o'er right. | John Conington | ||
| 1142d48 | Myself not ignorant of woe,Compassion I have learned to show. | John Conington | ||
| dffd114 | Too cruel, lady, is the pain,You bid me thus revive again. | John Conington | ||
| 97c81ed | Now dews precipitate the night,And setting stars to rest invite. | John Conington | ||
| 92513c7 | I quail,E'en now, at telling of the tale. | John Conington | ||
| 4883210 | Then come the clamour and the blare,And shouts and clarions rend the air. | John Conington | ||
| cf2b3a3 | Fury and wrath within me rave,And tempt me to a warrior's grave. | John Conington | ||
| 3abc5ee | 'Tis come, our fated day of death. | John Conington | ||
| df3c5e9 | We have been Trojans: Troy has been:She sat, but sits no more, a queen. | John Conington | ||
| ada1c9e | Dire agonies, wild terrors swarm,And Death glares grim in many a form. | John Conington | ||
| 3364e05 | I heard, fear-stricken and amazed, My speech tongue-tied, my hair upraised. | John Conington | ||
| c33b9b9 | Fell lust of gold! abhorred, accurst!What will not men to slake such thirst? | John Conington | ||
| dcb22f6 | Snatch him, ye Gods, from mortal eyes! | John Conington | ||
| 1f23d07 | Huge, awful, hideous, ghastly, blind. | John Conington | ||
| 2aee7d1 | Fear proves a base-born soul. | John Conington | ||
| 0598293 | She calls it marriage now; such nameShe chooses to conceal her shame. | John Conington | ||
| 9a06ded | While memory lasts and pulses beat,The thought of Dido shall be sweet. | John Conington | ||
| 6602616 | Curst Love! what lengths of tyrant scorn Wreak'st not on those of woman born? | John Conington | ||
| f9e8460 | A woman's will Is changeful and uncertain still. | John Conington | ||
| 0bf3f86 | My life is lived, and I have playedThe part that Fortune gave. | John Conington | ||
| 02bfc5a | Hush your tongues from idle speech. | John Conington | ||
| 8c7116e | They can because they think they can. | John Conington |