Our poetry of the eighteenth century was prose; our prose of the seventeenth, poetry. Hare.
Our poets are men of talents who sing, and not the children of music. Emerson.
Our present time is indeed a criticising and a critical time, hovering between the wish and the inability to believe. Jean Paul.
Our purity of taste is best tested by its universality, 5 for if we can only admire this thing or that, we may be sure that our cause for liking is of a finite and false nature. Ruskin.
Our purses shall be proud, our garments poor. Tam. of the Shrew, iv. 3.
Our ravings and complaints are but like arrows shot up into the air at no mark, and so to no purpose, but only to fall back upon our own heads and destroy ourselves. Sir William Temple.
Our relation to things outside of ourselves forms, and at the same time robs us of, our existence, and yet we have to do our best to adapt ourselves to circumstances; for to isolate one's self is also not advisable. Goethe.
Our relations are far too artificial and complicated, our nutriment and mode of life are without their proper nature, and our social intercourse is without proper love and goodwill. Every one is polished and courteous, but no one has the courage to be hearty and true. Goethe.
Our relations are ours by lot, our friends by 10 election. Delille.
Our religion assumes the negative form of rejection. Out of love of the true, we repudiate the false; and the religion is an abolishing criticism. Emerson.