Cato the Younger (Marcus Porcius Cato Uticensis) Quotes
The primary virtue is: hold your tongue; who knows how to keep quiet is close to God.
Cato the Younger
Quotes to Explore
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Chickpeas are one of my favourite things to serve with chorizo or lamb meatballs; they also work brilliantly as the quiet partner in a vibrant alphonso mango salad.
Yotam Ottolenghi
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Happiness is a virtue, not its reward.
Baruch Spinoza
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Silence in love bewrays more woeThan words, though ne’er so witty:A beggar that is dumb, you know, May challenge double pity.
Walter Raleigh
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Silence brings us new namesnew feelings and new knowledge.Dreams dress us carefullyin the colors of power and faith.
Aberjhani
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In secret we metIn silence I grieve,That thy heart could forget,Thy spirit deceive.If I should meet theeAfter long years,How should I greet thee?With silence and tears.
Lord Byron
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I rarely speak about God. To God yes. I protest against Him. I shout at Him. But open discourse about the qualities of God, about the problems that God imposes, theodicy, no. And yet He is there, in silence, in filigree.
Elie Wiesel
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Climate change is not an excuse to silence political speech.
Luther Strange
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What I am looking for... is an immobile movement, something which would be the equivalent of what is called the eloquence of silence, or what St. John of the Cross, I think it was, described with the term 'mute music'.
Joan Miro
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Silence is more musical than any song.
Christina Rossetti
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America is a noisy culture, unlike, say, Finland, which values silence. Individualism, dominant in the U.S. and Germany, promotes the direct, fast-paced style of communication associated with extraversion. Collectivistic societies, such as those in East Asia, value privacy and restraint, qualities more characteristic of introverts.
Laurie Helgoe
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What I have experienced, and experienced repeatedly, is the silence of God. For many years, this was a distressing matter for me. I did not consider it an experience, but the absence of an experience.
James P. Carse
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As when, upon a tranced summer-night,Those green-rob’d senators of mighty woods,Tall oaks, branch-charmed by the earnest stars,Dream, and so dream all night without a stir,Save from one gradual solitary gustWhich comes upon the silence, and dies off,As if the ebbing air had but one wave.
John Keats
