Manners are not idle, but the fruit of loyal and of noble mind.
With a little hoard of maxims preaching down a daughter’s heart.
Courtesy wins woman all as well. As valor may, but he that closes both is perfect.
Such a one do I remember, whom to look at was love.
That loss is common would not make My own less bitter, rather more: Too common! Never morning wore To evening, but some heart did break.
Oh yet we trust that somehow good will be the final goal of ill!
Nature, red in tooth and claw.
Not wholly in the busy world, nor quite Beyond it, blooms the garden that I love. News from the humming city comes to it It sound of funeral or of marriage bells.
What the sunshine is to the flower, the Lord Jesus Christ is to my soul.
This world was once a fluid haze of light, Till toward the centre set the starry tides, And eddied into suns, that wheeling cast The planets: then the monster, then the man.
A louse in the locks of literature.
He that wrongs his friend, wrongs himself more.
After-dinner talk Across the walnuts and the wine.
O son, thou hast not true humility, The highest virtue, mother of them all; But her thou hast not know; for what is this? Thou thoughtest of thy prowess and thy sins Thou hast not lost thyself to save thyself.
The folly of all follies is to be love sick for a shadow.
Mastering the lawless science of our law,- that codeless myriad of precedent, that wilderness of single instances.
Man is the hunter; women are the game; those sleek and shining creatures of the chase. We hunt them for the beauty of their skins; they love us for it, and we ride them down.
There’s no glory like those who save their country.
Faith is believing what we cannot prove.
Oh for someone with a heart, head and hand. Whatever they call them, what do I care, aristocrat, democrat, autocrat, just be it one that can rule and dare not lie.