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Pearls of Thought

Name: Pearls of Thought
Author: Ballou, Maturin M. (Maturin Murray), 1820-1895

作者：Ballou, Maturin M. (Maturin Murray), 1820-1895
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PEARLS OF THOUGHT.
BY
MATURIN M. BALLOU,
COPYRIGHT, 1880,
To
MY WIFE,
THE PATIENT AND CHEERFUL ASSOCIATE OF MY STUDIES,
AFTER MORE THAN FORTY YEARS OF
HAPPY COMPANIONSHIP,
This Volume
IS AFFECTIONATELY DEDICATED
BY
THE COMPILER.
COWPER.
LOCKE.
BACON.
JOUBERT.
PREFACE.
GEORGE HERBERT.
M. M. B.
PEARLS OF THOUGHT.
A.
Short retirement urges sweet return.--_Milton._
Frozen by distance.--_Wordsworth._
Short absence quickens love, long absence kills it.--_Mirabeau._
What men call accident is God's own part.--_P. J. Bailey._
Heaven ne'er helps the man who will not act.--_Sophocles._
Season your admiration for awhile.--_Shakespeare._
Admiration is the base of ignorance.--_Balthasar Gracian._
Two powerful destroyers: Time and Adversity.--_A. de Musset._
Agreeable advice is seldom useful advice.--_Massillon._
Affectation is certain deformity.--_Blair._
God give us leisure for these rights of love.--_Shakespeare._
Affliction, like the iron-smith, shapes as it smites.--_Bovee._
Autumnal green.--_Dryden._
Let us respect gray hairs, especially our own.--_J. Petit Senn._
By that sin angels fell.--_Shakespeare._
Ambition is but the evil shadow of aspiration.--_George MacDonald._
Think not ambition wise, because 'tis brave.--_Sir W. Davenant._
Soar not too high to fall, but stoop to rise.--_Massinger._
America is as yet in the youth and gristle of her strength.--_Burke._
Breed is stronger than pasture.--_George Eliot._
Temperate anger well becomes the wise.--_Philemon._
Above all, gentlemen, no heat.--_Talleyrand._
Keep cool and you command everybody.--_St. Just._
Idle time not idly spent.--_Sir Henry Wotton._
Nothing is so good as it seems beforehand.--_George Eliot._
Brother, brother, we are both in the wrong.--_Gay._
Proverbs are potted wisdom.--_Charles Buxton._
You will find poetry nowhere unless you bring some with you.--_Joubert._
In art, form is everything; matter, nothing.--_Heinrich Heine._
Art does not imitate, but interpret.--_Mazzini._
Never judge a work of art by its defects.--_Washington Allston._
In hope to merit heaven by making earth a hell.--_Byron._
The heavens are as deep as our aspirations are high.--_Thoreau._
Choose an author as you choose a friend.--_Roscommon._
Thanks and honor to the glorious masters of the pen.--_Hood._
The Sabbath of the year.--_Logan._
Avarice is more unlovely than mischievous.--_Landor._
B.
They always talk who never think.--_Prior._
Talkers are no good doers.--_Shakespeare._
A lovely girl is above all rank.--_Charles Buxton._
Beauty is God's handwriting, a wayside sacrament.--_Milton._
Aspiring beggary is wretchedness itself.--_Goldsmith._
The worst of mad men is a saint run mad.--_Pope._
How blessings brighten as they take their flight!--_Young._
The glow of the angel in woman.--_Mrs. Balfour._
Such blushes as adorn the ruddy welkin or the purple morn.--_Ovid._
Luminous escapes of thought.--_Moore._
Every braggart shall be found an ass.--_Shakespeare._
When a new book comes out I read an old one.--_Rogers._
The medicine of the mind.--_Diodorus._
The bravest men are subject most to chance.--_Dryden._
The truly brave are soft of heart and eyes.--_Byron._
Concentration alone conquers.--_Charles Buxton._
The fewer words the better prayer.--_Luther._
C.
Chance generally favors the prudent.--_Joubert._
A change came o'er the spirit of my dream.--_Byron._
Character is the diamond that scratches every other stone--_Bartol._
As the purse is emptied the heart is filled.--_Victor Hugo._
What we frankly give, forever is our own.--_Granville._
Children have more need of models than of critics.--_Joubert._
The bearing and training of a child is woman's wisdom.--_Tennyson._
Where children are there is the golden age.--_Novalis._
Imitate Jesus Christ.--_Franklin._
A place where misdevotion frames a thousand prayers to saints.--_Donne._
God never had a house of prayer but Satan had a chapel there.--_De Foe._
The clergy are as like as peas.--_Emerson._
The trident of Neptune is the sceptre of the world.--_Antoine Lemierre._
He who rules must humor full as much as he commands.--_George Eliot._
No thralls like them that inward bondage have.--_Sir P. Sidney._
A still small voice.--_Bible._
Constancy is the chimera of love.--_Vauvenargues._
Constancy is the complement of all the other human virtues.--_Mazzini._
Affecting to seem unaffected.--_Congreve._
Though 'tis pleasant weaving nets, 'tis wiser to make cages.--_Moore._
Beautiful tyrant! Fiend angelical!--_Shakespeare._
New vows to plight, and plighted vows to break.--_Dryden._
Courage from hearts, and not from numbers, grows.--_Dryden._
Courage our greatest failings does supply.--_Waller._
To bear is to conquer our fate.--_Campbell._
The world itself is too small for the covetous.--_Seneca._
Let us believe what we can and hope for the rest.--_De Finod._
Observe your enemies for they first find out your faults.--_Antishenes._
The critic eye, that microscope of wit.--_Pope._
For I am nothing if not critical.--_Shakespeare._
Silence is the severest criticism.--_Charles Buxton._
Man's inhumanity to man makes countless thousands mourn.--_Burns._
Discourage cunning in a child; cunning is the ape of wisdom.--_Locke._
Immemorial custom is transcendent law.--_Menu._
Custom doth make dotards of us all.--_Carlyle._
Cynicism is old at twenty.--_Bulwer-Lytton._
D.
Heaven gives its favorites early death.--_Byron._
There are remedies for all things but death.--_Carlyle._
Too early fitted for a better state.--_Dryden._
Death is a commingling of eternity with time.--_Goethe._
That golden key that opes the palace of eternity.--_Milton._
Man makes a death which nature never made.--_Young._
God's finger touched him, and he slept.--_Tennyson._
After life's fitful fever he sleeps well.--_Shakespeare._
The world. Oh, the world is so sweet to the dying!--_Schiller._
The dissolution of forms is no loss in the mass of matter.--_Pliny._
Faith builds a bridge across the gulf of death.--_Young._
Idiots only may be cozened twice.--_Dryden._
It is a double pleasure to deceive the deceiver.--_Fontaine._
The love of democracy is that of equality.--_Montesquieu._
Lack of desire is the greatest riches.--_Seneca._
The thirst of desire is never filled, nor fully satisfied.--_Cicero._
Desires are the pulse of the soul.--_Manton._
Leaden-eyed despair.--_Keats._
Earth's liquid jewelry, wrought of air.--_P. J. Bailey._
How strangely easy difficult things are!--_Charles Buxton._
Martin, if dirt was trumps, what hands you would hold.--_Lamb._
O world! how many hopes thou dost engulf!--_Alfred de Musset._
What loneliness is more lonely than distrust?--_George Eliot._
Doubt is hell in the human soul.--_Gasparin._
Modest doubt is called the beacon of the wise.--_Shakespeare._
Every body drags its shadow, and every mind its doubt.--_Victor Hugo._
A world of the dead in the hues of life.--_Mrs. Hemans._
The fickle pensioners of Morpheus' train.--_Milton._
Dreams always go by contraries, my dear.--_Samuel Lover._
The mockery of unquiet slumbers.--_Shakespeare._
Like a dog, he hunts in dreams.--_Tennyson._
Do the duty which lies nearest to thee.--_Goethe._
There is not a moment without some duty.--_Cicero._
E.
The wicket of the soul.--_Sir J. Davies._
The road to the heart.--_Voltaire._
When one begins to turn in bed, it is time to get up.--_Wellington._
Ere fancy you consult, consult your purse.--_Franklin._
The back-door robs the house.--_George Herbert._
Still I am learning.--_Motto of Michael Angelo._
The truest wisdom is a resolute determination.--_Napoleon._
Oh! for a forty parson power.--_Byron._
This world belongs to the energetic.--_Emerson._
I am wrapped in dismal thinking.--_Shakespeare._
Enthusiasm is supernatural serenity.--_Thoreau._
Pining and sickening at another's joy.--_Ovid._
An envious fever of pale and bloodless emulation.--_Shakespeare._
Liberty and equality, lovely and sacred words!--_Mazzini._
Let error be an infirmity and not a crime.--_Castelar._
Be not overcome of evil, but overcome evil with good.--_Bible._
Not one false man but does uncountable evil.--_Carlyle._
Physical evils destroy themselves, or they destroy us.--_Rousseau._
If you believe in evil, you have done evil.--_A. de Musset._
O fleeting joys of Paradise, dear bought with lasting woes.--_Milton._
Experience, the shroud of illusions.--_De Finod._
What we learn with pleasure we never forget.--_Alfred Mercier._
Experience is the extract of suffering.--_Arthur Helps._
Superlatives are diminutives, and weaken.--_Emerson._
Ladies, whose bright eyes rain influence.--_Milton._
Let every eye negotiate for itself and trust no agent.--_Shakespeare._
Her eyes are homes of silent prayer.--_Tennyson._
The eyes have one language everywhere.--_George Herbert._
Glances are the first billets-doux of love.--_Ninon de L'Enclos._
F.
Demons in act, but gods at least in face.--_Byron._
The worst of faces still is a human face.--_Lavater._
Grant me honest fame, or grant me none.--_Pope._
One Caesar lives,--a thousand are forgot!--_Young._
Celebrity sells dearly what we think she gives.--_Emile Souvestre._
Fame is the thirst of youth.--_Byron._
Even the best things are not equal to their fame.--_Thoreau._
The false fire of an overheated mind.--_Cowper._
Fancy and pride seek things at vast expense.--_Young._
Fear is the tax that conscience pays to guilt.--_George Sewell._
Ye pretty daughters of the Earth and Sun.--_Sir Walter Raleigh._
A learned fool is more foolish than an ignorant fool.--_Moliere._
Fortune makes folly her peculiar care.--_Churchill._
Foppery is the egotism of clothes.--_Victor Hugo._
In life, as in chess, forethought wins.--_Charles Buxton._
They never pardon who commit the wrong.--_Dryden._
Fortitude is the guard and support of the other virtues.--_Locke._
Fortune is but a synonymous word for nature and necessity.--_Bentley._
Friendship survives death better than absence.--_J. Petit Senn._
G.
All great men are in some degree inspired.--_Cicero._
Genius speaks only to genius.--_Stanislaus._
Genius has no brother.--_Bulwer-Lytton._
Sweet speaking oft a currish heart reclaims.--_Sidney._
Riches, understanding, beauty, are fair gifts of God.--_Luther._
When a friend asks, there is no to-morrow.--_George Herbert._
Nothing is so expensive as glory.--_Sydney Smith._
A mask of gold hides all deformities.--_Dekker._
Judges and senates have been bought for gold.--_Pope._
Gold all is not that doth golden seem.--_Spenser._
Good, the more communicated, more abundant grows.--_Milton._
That is good which doth good.--_Venning._
Do good by stealth, and blush to find it fame.--_Pope._
Goodness thinks no ill where no ill seems.--_Milton._
The reconciling grave.--_Southern._
The grave where even the great find rest.--_Pope._
The cradle of transformation.--_Mazzini._
Some griefs are medicinable; and this is one.--_Shakespeare._
Grief hallows hearts, even while it ages heads.--_P. J. Bailey._
What's gone, and what's past help, should be past grief.--_Shakespeare._
Guiltiness will speak though tongues were out of use.--_Shakespeare._
Despair alone makes guilty men be bold.--_Coleridge._
H.
The robe which curious nature weaves to hang upon the head.--_Dekker._
Robed in the long night of her deep hair.--_Tennyson._
We are no longer happy so soon as we wish to be happier.--_Lamotte._
For which we bear to live, or dare to die.--_Pope._
Plenteous joys, wanton in fullness.--_Shakespeare._
The way to bliss lies not on beds of down.--_Quarles._
The more haste ever the worst speed.--_Churchill._
All haste implies weakness.--_George MacDonald._
The heart is an astrologer that always divines the truth.--_Calderon._
In aught that tries the heart, how few withstand the proof!--_Byron._
A loving heart is the truest wisdom.--_Dickens._
The heart has reasons that reason does not understand.--_Bossuet._
No one is a hero to his valet.--_Madame de Sevigne._
Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home.--_Payne._
Home is the seminary of all other institutions.--_Chapin._
The honest man is a rare variety of the human species.--_Chamfort._
The mighty hopes that make us men.--_Tennyson._
Thou captive's freedom, and thou sick man's health.--_Cowley._
In humility imitate Jesus and Socrates.--_Franklin._
The oil and wine of merry meeting.--_Washington Irving._
Sin is not so sinful as hypocrisy.--_Mme. de Maintenon._
I.
Our ideas are transformed sensations.--_Condillac._
Old ideas are prejudices, and new ones caprices.--_X. Doudan._
Idleness is the key of beggary, and the root of all evil.--_Spurgeon._
In idleness there is perpetual despair.--_Carlyle._
Doing nothing with a deal of skill.--_Cowper._
There is no calamity like ignorance.--_Richter._
To be ignorant of one's ignorance is the malady of ignorance.--_Alcott._
The ignorant hath an eagle's wings and an owl's eyes.--_George Herbert._
Illusion is the first of all pleasures.--_Voltaire._
The seed dies into a new life, and so does man.--_George MacDonald._
Indifference is the invincible giant of the world.--_Ouida._
Lives spent in indolence, and therefore sad.--_Cowper._
Days of respite are golden days.--_South._
Nothing ages like laziness.--_Bulwer-Lytton._
The nurse of infidelity is sensuality.--_Cecil._
The colored slave that waits upon thought.--_Mrs. Balfour._
There is no courage but in innocence.--_Southern._
Contagious enthusiasm.--_Mrs. Balfour._
Light has spread, and even bayonets think.--_Kossuth._
Intemperance is a great decayer of beauty.--_Junius._
Intolerance is the curse of every age and state.--_Dr. Davies._
J.
A jealous man always finds more than he looks for.--_Mlle. de Scudery._
Redundant joy, like a poor miser, beggar'd by his store.--_Young._
Joy is the best of wine.--_George Eliot._
Justice delayed is justice denied.--_Gladstone._
Justice is truth in action.--_Joubert._
Strike if you will, but hear.--_Themistocles._
God's mill grinds slow but sure.--_George Herbert._
K.
Paradise is open to all kind hearts.--_Beranger._
Dear as remembered kisses after death.--_Tennyson._
Eden revives in the first kiss of love.--_Byron._
Stolen kisses are always sweetest.--_Leigh Hunt._
Sharp is the kiss of the falcon's beak.--_Bulwer-Lytton._
He who knows much has much to care for.--_Lessing._
He that increaseth knowledge increaseth sorrow.--_Bible._
L.
Genius begins great works, labor alone finishes them.--_Joubert._
Virtue's guard is Labor, ease her sleep.--_Tasso._
The key to the sciences.--_Bruyere._
The machine of the poet.--_Macaulay._
The laughers are a majority.--_Pope._
How inevitably does an immoderate laughter end in a sigh!--_South._
Laughter means sympathy.--_Carlyle._
A mouse-trap; easy to enter but not easy to get out of.--_Mrs Balfour._
What can idle laws do with morals?--_Horace._
Learning makes a man fit company for himself.--_Young._
We never live, but we ever hope to live.--_Pascal._
The childhood of immortality.--_Goethe._
Why all this toil for the triumphs of an hour?--_Young._
The cradle and the tomb, alas! so nigh.--_Prior._
Life's short summer--man is but a flower.--_Johnson._
Man lives only to shiver and perspire.--_Sydney Smith._
O frail estate of human things!--_Dryden._
We never live: we are always in the expectation of living.--_Voltaire._
More light!--_Goethe's last words._
Hail! holy light, offspring of heaven, first born!--_Milton._
The lips of a fool swallow up himself.--_Bible._
Logic is the art of convincing us of some truth.--_Bruyere._
As love increases prudence diminishes.--_Rochefoucauld._
Never self-possessed, or prudent, love is all abandonment.--_Emerson._
Love is love's reward.--_Dryden._
Love makes all things possible.--_Shakespeare._
There is no fear in love, for perfect love casteth out fear.--_Bible._
The pale complexion of true love.--_Shakespeare._
Love has no middle term; it either saves or destroys.--_Victor Hugo._
In love's war, he who flies is conqueror.--_Mrs. Osgood._
Only they conquer love who run away.--_Carew._
The heart's hushed secret in the soft dark eye.--_L. E. Landon._
Celestial rosy red, love's proper hue.--_Milton._
The first sigh of love is the last of wisdom.--_Antoine Bret._
Life is a flower of which love is the honey.--_Victor Hugo._
Love is a severe critic. Hate can pardon more than love.--_Thoreau._
Love is the loadstone of love.--_Mrs. Osgood._
Love is never lasting which flames before it burns.--_Feltham._
Love is an Oriental despot.--_Madame Swetchine._
We must love as looking one day to hate.--_George Herbert._
Love is lowliness; on the wedding ring sparkles no jewel.--_Richter._
To speak of love is to make love.--_Balzac._
Love is like the moon; when it does not increase it decreases.--_Segur._
A woman whom we truly love is a religion.--_Emile de Girardin._
The religion of humanity is love.--_Mazzini._
Love reasons without reason.--_Shakespeare._
Love and a cough cannot be hid.--_George Herbert._
One expresses well only the love he does not feel.--_Alphonse Karr._
Love supreme defies all sophistry.--_George Eliot._
He repents on thorns that sleeps in beds of roses.--_Quarles._
O Luxury! Thou curst of heaven's decree.--_Goldsmith._
There are people who lie simply for the sake of lying.--_Pascal._
Every brave man shuns more than death the shame of lying.--_Corneille._
Lies exist only to be extinguished.--_Carlyle._
A lie that is half a truth is ever the blackest of lies.--_Tennyson._
M.
Man, I tell you, is a vicious animal.--_Moliere._
Men's natures are neither white nor black, but brown.--_Charles Buxton._
Little things are great to little men.--_Goldsmith._
Limited in his nature, infinite in his desires.--_Lamartine._
All manners take a tincture from our own.--_Pope._
Nature is the best posture-master.--_Emerson._
Better were it to be unborn than to be ill-bred.--_Sir W. Raleigh._
It is not the death that makes the martyr, but the cause.--_Canon Dale._
Married in haste, we repent at leisure.--_Congreve._
Hanging and wiving go by destiny.--_Shakespeare._
One can, with dignity, be wife and widow but once.--_Joubert._
It's hard to wive and thrive both in a year.--_Tennyson._
A husband is a plaster that cures all the ills of girlhood.--_Moliere._
A lazy frost, a numbness of the mind.--_Dryden._
Demoniac frenzy, moping melancholy.--_Milton._
No canvas absorbs color like memory.--_Willmott._
A sealed book, at whose contents we tremble.--_L. E. Landon._
And fondly mourn the dear delusions gone.--_Prior._
Memory is the scribe of the soul.--_Aristotle._
We must always have old memories and young hopes.--_Arsene Houssaye._
Nothing emboldens sin so much as mercy.--_Shakespeare._
The mind is the atmosphere of the soul.--_Joubert._
Men shut their doors against the setting sun.--_Shakespeare._
He that is down needs fear no fall.--_Bunyan._
He of his port was meek as is a maid.--_Chaucer._
Modesty, who, when she goes, is gone forever.--_Landor._
Modesty is the conscience of the body.--_Balzac._
Virtue which shuns the day.--_Addison._
Modesty is still a provocation.--_Poincelot._
Make all you can, save all you can, give all you can.--_Wesley._
Ready money is Aladdin's lamp.--_Byron._
Mammon is the largest slave-holder in the world.--_Fred. Saunders._
Money, the life-blood of the nation.--_Swift._
How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank.--_Shakespeare._
Mysterious veil of brightness made.--_Butler._
Cynthia, fair regent of the night.--_Gay._
The maiden moon in her mantle of blue.--_Joaquin Miller._
Jocund day stands tiptoe on the misty mountain top.--_Shakespeare._
Temperate as the morn.--_Shakespeare._
Nature's loving proxy, the watchful mother.--_Bulwer-Lytton._
The meek-ey'd morn appears, mother of dews.--_Thomson._
The hidden soul of harmony.--_Milton._
Such sweet compulsion doth in music lie.--_Milton._
N.
Nature, the vicar of the almighty Lord.--_Chaucer._
We, by art, unteach what Nature taught.--_Dryden._
Sable-vested night, eldest of things.--_Milton._
Night, when deep sleep falleth on men.--_Bible._
Novelty is the great-parent of pleasure.--_South._
O.
The grave of human misery.--_Alfred de Musset._
Each one sees what he carries in his heart.--_Goethe._
The busy have no time for tears.--_Byron._
Wind puffs up empty bladders; opinion, fools.--_Socrates._
An orator without judgment is a horse without a bridle.--_Theophrastus._
All originality is estrangement.--_G. H. Lawes._
P.
The heart has always the pardoning power.--_Madame Swetchine._
The offender never pardons.--_George Herbert._
The passions are the voice of the body.--_Rousseau._
Patience, sovereign o'er transmuted ills.--_Johnson._
God is with the patient.--_Koran._
Patience--the truest fortitude.--_Milton._
How dear is fatherland to all noble hearts.--_Voltaire._
There can be no affinity nearer than our country.--_Plato._
Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace.--_Shakespeare._
Peace, dear nurse of arts, plenties, and joyful birth.--_Shakespeare._
A land rejoicing and a people blest.--_Pope._
With loads of learned lumber in his head.--_Pope._
Trifles make perfection, but perfection is no trifle.--_Michael Angelo._
Much rain wears the marble.--_Shakespeare._
The philosopher knows the universe and knows not himself.--_Fontaine._
Philosophy is the rational expression of genius.--_Lamartine._
Piety softens all that courage bears.--_Madame Swetchine._
I take sanctuary in an honest mediocrity.--_Bruyere._
Fly the pleasure that bites to-morrow.--_George Herbert._
A man of pleasure is a man of pains.--_Young._
Most pleasures embrace us but to strangle.--_Montaigne._
Much is the force of heaven-bred poesy.--_Shakespeare._
Poetry is the overflowing of the soul.--_Tuckerman._
Truth shines the brighter clad in verse.--_Pope._
Thought in blossom.--_Bishop Ken._
Wisdom married to immortal verse.--_Wordsworth._
Thoughts, that voluntary move harmonious numbers.--_Milton._
Old-fashioned poetry, but choicely good.--_Izaak Walton._
The poetry of earth is never dead.--_Keats._
Modern poets mix much water with their ink.--_Goethe._
Poets are far rarer births than kings.--_Ben Jonson._
They learn in suffering what they teach in song.--_Shelley._
Measures, not men, have always been my mark.--_Goldsmith._
Self-command is the main elegance.--_Emerson._
Politeness smooths wrinkles.--_Joubert._
Those who think must govern those who toil.--_Goldsmith._
Wise men and gods are on the strongest side.--_Sir C. Sedley._
All comes from and will go to others.--_George Herbert._
As soon as women become ours we are no longer theirs.--_Montaigne._
Few save the poor feel for the poor.--_L. E. Landon._
He is not poor that little hath, but he that much desires.--_Daniel._
Oh for a forty parson power.--_Byron._
Praise is the best diet for us after all.--_Sydney Smith._
Damn with faint praise.--_Pope._
Praise undeserved is satire in disguise.--_Broadhurst._
Nymph, in thy orisons be all my sins remembered.--_Shakespeare._
The few that pray at all pray oft amiss.--_Cowper._
Such words as Heaven alone is fit to hear.--_Dryden._
Prayer ardent opens heaven.--_Young._
Solicitude is the audience-chamber of God.--_Landor._
He prayeth best who loveth best.--_Coleridge._
All looks yellow to the jaundiced eye.--_Pope._
Prejudice is the reason of fools.--_Voltaire._
Ignorance is less remote from the truth than prejudice.--_Diderot._
He that presumes steps into the throne of God.--_South._
When pride thaws look for floods.--_Bailey._
The man who procrastinates struggles with ruin.--_Hesiod._
Revolutions never go backwards.--_Emerson._
Progress is lame.--_St. Bueve._
The activity of to-day and the assurance of to-morrow.--_Emerson._
Prosperity lets go the bridle.--_George Herbert._
Punishment is lame, but it comes.--_George Herbert._
Q.
I take memorandums of the schools.--_Swift._
R.
The kind refresher of the summer heats.--_Thomson._
The spongy clouds are filled with gathering rain.--_Dryden._
Born of the shower, and colored by the sun.--_J. C. Prince._
God's glowing covenant.--_Hosea Ballou._
Deep versed in books, but shallow in himself.--_Milton._
How can finite grasp infinity?--_Dryden._
Reason may cure illusions but not suffering.--_Alfred de Musset._
Long is the way and hard, that out of hell leads up to light.--_Milton._
Nowhere would there be consolation if religion were not.--_Jacobi._
The best religion is the most tolerant.--_Emile de Girardin._
Remorse sleeps in the atmosphere of prosperity.--_Rousseau._
Truth severe, by fairy fiction drest.--_Gray._
He repents on thorns that sleeps in beds of roses.--_Quarles._
Beholding heaven, and feeling hell.--_Moore._
Repentance is second innocence.--_De Bonald._
Rest is the sweet sauce of labor.--_Plutarch._
At twenty, every one is republican.--_Lamartine._
An eminent reputation is as dangerous as a bad one.--_Tacitus._
Resignation is the courage of Christian sorrow.--_Dr. Vinet._
Revolution is the larva of civilization.--_Victor Hugo._
Many a man would have turned rogue if he knew how.--_Hazlitt._
S.
Our sadness is not sad, but our cheap joys.--_Thoreau._
Thou shining supplement of public laws!--_Young._
When dunces are satiric I take it for a panegyric.--_Swift._
Human science is uncertain guess.--_Prior._
Fierce sectarianism breeds fierce latitudinarianism.--_De Quincey._
The greatest of all flatterers is self-love.--_Rochefoucauld._
Self-love exaggerates both our faults and our virtues.--_Goethe._
A prudent consideration for Number One.--_Bulwer-Lytton._
The most inhibited sin in the canon.--_Shakespeare._
Whose thoughts are centered on thyself alone.--_Dryden._
Doubt whom you will, but never yourself.--_Bovee._
Sensibility is the power of woman.--_Lavater._
Feeling loves a subdued light.--_Madame Swetchine._
That chastity of honor which felt a stain like a wound.--_Burke._
No man is too busy to read Shakespeare.--_Charles Buxton._
Sweetest Shakespeare, fancy's child.--_Milton._
And rival all but Shakespeare's name below.--_Campbell._
The genius of Shakespeare was an innate university.--_Keats._
Shame.--Nature's hasty conscience.--_Maria Edgeworth._
Cradle of the rude imperious surge.--_Shakespeare._
Give thy thoughts no tongue.--_Shakespeare._
I hear other men's imperfections, and conceal my own.--_Zeno._
Silence in times of suffering is the best.--_Dryden._
Silence! coeval with eternity.--_Pope._
Silence is the sanctuary of prudence.--_Balthasar Gracian._
The unspoken word never does harm.--_Kossuth._
Silence gives consent.--_Goldsmith._
Simplicity is Nature's first step, and the last of Art.--_P. J. Bailey._
Sin, in fancy, mothers many an ugly fact.--_Theodore Parker._
Every man has his devilish minutes.--_Lavater._
Death from sin no power can separate.--_Milton._
Some rise by sin, and some by virtue fall.--_Shakespeare._
Sin is disease, deformity, and weakness.--_Plato._
Sin and her shadow death.--_Milton._
After life's fitful fever he sleeps well.--_Shakespeare._
Heaven trims our lamps while we sleep.--_Alcott._
Night's sepulchre.--_Byron._
The soul shares not the body's rest.--_Maturin._
Our foster nurse of nature is repose.--_Shakespeare._
Smiles are smiles only when the heart pulls the wire.--_Winthrop._
The smile that was childlike and bland.--_Bret Harte._
Formed of two mighty tribes, the bores and bored.--_Byron._
We take our colors, chameleon-like, from each other.--_Chamfort._
Intercourse is the soul of progress.--_Charles Buxton._
The more I see of men the better I think of animals.--_Tauler._
And weep the more, because I weep in vain.--_Gray._
Sorrow more beautiful than beauty's self.--_Keats._
Never morning wore to evening, but some heart did break.--_Tennyson._
Earth hath no sorrow that heaven cannot heal.--_Moore._
Sorrow is not evil, since it stimulates and purifies.--_Mazzini._
Sorrows must die with the joys they outnumber.--_Schiller._
Fair-handed Spring unbosoms every grace.--_Thomson._
The stars are so far,--far away!--_L. E. Landon._
The evening star, love's harbinger, appeared.--_Milton._
Not poetry, but prose run mad.--_Pope._
A temperate style is alone classical.--_Joubert._
Reverences stand in awe of yourself.--_Sydney Smith._
Nothing can seem foul to those that win.--_Shakespeare._
A successful career has been full of blunders.--_Charles Buxton._
Success at first doth many times undo men at last.--_Venning._
Beneath the Winter's snow lie germs of summer flowers.--_Whittier._
Satiety comes of riches, and contumaciousness of satiety.--_Solon._
Suspicion has its dupes, as well as credulity.--_Madame Swetchine._
T.
Talkers are no good doers.--_Shakespeare._
Who think too little and who talk too much.--_Dryden._
They talk most who have the least to say.--_Prior._
All our tastes are but reminiscences.--_Lamartine._
In woman's eye the unanswerable tear.--_Byron._
Blest tears of soul-felt penitence.--_Moore._
The kind oblation of a falling tear.--_Dryden._
Fate and the dooming gods are deaf to tears.--_Dryden._
Her tears her only eloquence.--_Rogers._
Eye-offending brine.--_Shakespeare._
Nothing dries sooner than a tear.--_George Herbert._
Bright as young diamonds in their infant dew.--_Dryden._
Tears are sometimes the happiest smiles of love.--_Stendhal._
Most confidence has still most cause to doubt.--_Dryden._
Better shun the bait than struggle in the snare.--_Dryden._
A delicate thought is a flower of the mind.--_Rollin._
Time makes more converts than reason.--_Thomas Paine._
Time stoops to no man's lure.--_Swinburne._
Time is the wisest councillor.--_Pericles._
Time hath often cured the wound which reason failed to heal.--_Seneca._
The slow sweet hours that bring us all things good.--_Tennyson._
Time is the shower of Danae; each drop is golden.--_Madame Swetchine._
Error tolerates, truth condemns.--_Fernan Caballero._
Toleration is the best religion.--_Victor Hugo._
To see the world is to judge the judges.--_Joubert._
A drop of water is as powerful as a thunderbolt.--_Huxley._
Little things console us, because little things afflict us.--_Pascal._
Nothing so beautiful as truth.--_Des Cartes._
Dare to be true; nothing can need a lie.--_George Herbert._
Truth severe, by fairy fiction drest.--_Gray._
Blunt truths make more mischief than nice falsehoods do.--_Pope._
Truth has rough flavors if we bite through.--_George Eliot._
Verity is nudity.--_Alfred de Musset._
Twilight gray hath in her sober livery all things clad.--_Milton._
U.
There is but one virtue--the eternal sacrifice of self.--_George Sand._
V.
O frail estate of human things.--_Dryden._
Vanity is the quicksand of reason.--_George Sand._
This is the essential evil of vice; it debases a man.--_Chapin._
One vice worn out makes us wiser than fifty tutors.--_Bulwer-Lytton._
Victory belongs to the most persevering.--_Napoleon._
Violence does even justice unjustly.--_Carlyle._
Vehemence without feeling is rant.--_H. Lewes._
Most men admire virtue, who follow not her lore.--_Milton._
Virtue is voluntary, vice involuntary.--_Plato._
Virtue is a rough way but proves at night a bed of down.--_Wotton._
All bow to virtue and then walk away.--_De Finod._
Dirty work wants little talent and no conscience.--_George Eliot._
W.
Civil wars leave nothing but tombs.--_Lamartine._
Providence for war is the best prevention of it.--_Bacon._
The feast of vultures, and the waste of life.--_Byron._
How many weak shoulders have craved heavy burdens?--_Joubert._
Weakness is born vanquished.--_Madame Swetchine._
A light wife doth make a heavy husband.--_Shakespeare._
Her pleasures are in the happiness of her family.--_Rousseau._
Hanging and wiving goes by destiny.--_Shakespeare._
The wife safest and seemliest by her husband stays.--_Milton._
Knowledge comes but wisdom lingers.--_Tennyson._
Wisdom married to immortal verse.--_Wordsworth._
No man can be wise on an empty stomach.--_George Eliot._
Among mortals second thoughts are wisest.--_Euripides._
Thus woe succeeds a woe, as wave a wave.--_Herrick._
Men are women's playthings; woman is the devil's.--_Victor Hugo._
Her step is music and her voice is song.--_Bailey._
Woman is a miracle of divine contradictions.--_Michelet._
There are female women, and there are male women.--_Charles Buxton._
There is a woman at the beginning of all great things.--_Lamartine._
Creation's heir, the world, the world is mine.--_Goldsmith._
Contact with the world either breaks or hardens the heart.--_Chamfort._
We must write as Homer wrote, not what he wrote.--_Theophile Vian._
Y.
Reckless youth makes rueful age.--_Moore._
Too young for woe, though not for tears.--_Washington Irving._
The youthful freshness of a blameless heart.--_Washington Irving._
Agreeable surprises are the perquisites of youth.--_Bulwer-Lytton._
Z.
Tell zeal it lacks devotion.--_Sir W. Raleigh._
Nothing to build and all things to destroy.--_Dryden._
The frenzy of nations is the statesmanship of fate.--_Bulwer-Lytton._