Best 16 quotes of George Canning on MyQuotes

Active beneficence is a virtue of easier practice than forbearance after having conferred, or than thankfulness after having received a benefit. I know not, indeed, whether it be a greater and more difficult exercise of magnanimity, for the one party to act as if he had forgotten, or for the other as if he constantly remembered the obligation.

A steady patriot of the world alone, The friend of every country but his own.

Away with the cant of 'Measures not men!'-the idle supposition that it is the harness and not the horses that draw the chariot along.

But of all plagues, good Heaven, thy wrath can send, Save me, oh, save me, from the candid friend!

I called the New World into existence, to redress the balance of the Old.

I can prove anything by statistics except the truth.

If hush'd the loud whirlwind that ruffled the deep, The sky if no longer dark tempests deform; When our perils are past shall our gratitude sleep? No! Here's to the pilot that weather'd the storm!

Indecision and delays are the parents of failure.

In matters of commerce the fault of the Dutch Is offering too little and asking too much. The French are with equal advantage content, So we clap on Dutch bottoms just twenty per cent.

Intimately concerned as we are with the system of Europe, it does not follow that we are therefore called upon to mix ourselves onevery occasion, with a restless and meddling activity, in the concerns of the nations which surround us.

Man, only - rash, refined, presumptuous man, Starts from his rank, and mars creation's plan.

Needy knife-grinder! whither are ye going? Rough is the road, your wheel is out of order; Bleak blows the blast-your hat has got a hole in it. So have your breeches.

So down thy hill, romantic Ashbourn, glides The Derby dilly, carrying three INSIDES.

There is nothing I know of so sublime as a fact.

Whene'er with haggard eyes I view This dungeon that I'm rotting in, I think of those companions true Who studied with me at the U- Niversity of Gottingen.

When our perils are past, shall our gratitude sleep?