A Quote by Mary Wortley Montagu

Solitude begets whimsies. — © Mary Wortley Montagu
Solitude begets whimsies.
Fearlessness begets happiness, which begets creativity, which begets innovation, which begets profits.
Motherhood rarely allows for solitude, yet it begets its own kind of isolation: from one's past, from one's youth, from the women we once thought we were and would become.
The Way begets one; one begets two; two begets three; three begets the myriad creatures.
Prayer makes your heart bigger, until it is capable of containing the gift of God himself. Prayer begets faith, faith begets love, and love begets service on behalf of the poor.
When liberty exceeds intelligence, it begets chaos, which begets dictatorship.
Hate begets hate; violence begets violence; toughness begets a greater toughness. We must meet the forces of hate with the power of love.
It was solitude, but it was solitude that wasn't lonely. Solitude that could sort things out. And he hadn't had that in ages.
Honor begets honor; trust begets trust; faith begets faith; and hope is the mainspring of life.
Omnis cellula e cellula," he said again. "All cells come from cells. Every cell is born of a previous cell, which was born of a previous cell. Life comes from life. Life begets life begets life begets life begets life.
Waste begets self-will; thrift begets meanness: but better be mean than self-willed.
Sport begets tumultuous strife and wrath, and wrath begets fierce quarrels and war to the death.
There is a solitude of space. A solitude of sea. A solitude of death, but these societies shall be compared with that profounder site-that polar privacy. A soul admitted to itself--Finite infinity.
Doubt begets understanding, and understanding begets compassion. Verily, it is conviction that kills.
I think loathing begets fanaticism, and in the end, loathing begets hatred and violence.
In the world of the dreamer there was solitude: all the exaltations and joys came in the moment of preparation for living. They took place in solitude. But with action came anxiety, and the sense of insuperable effort made to match the dream, and with it came weariness, discouragement, and the flight into solitude again. And then in solitude, in the opium den of remembrance, the possibility of pleasure again.
Life begets intelligence, intelligence begets smart matter and a singularity.
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