Many can argue – not many converse.
One must be a wise reader to quote wisely and well.
That is a good book which is opened with expectation, and closed with delight and profit.
Anger is the resentment of the animal, and gentle blood alone makes the gentleman.
Action and blood now get the game. Disdain treads on the peaceful name.
A work of real merit finds favor at last.
Dignity of manner always conveys a sense of reserved force.
A sip is the most than mortals are permitted from any goblet of delight.
Nor do we accept, as genuine the person not characterized by this blushing bashfulness, this youthfulness of heart, this sensibility to the sentiment of suavity and self-respect. Modesty is bred of self-reverence. Fine manners are the mantle of fair minds. None are truly great without this ornament.
Enthusiasm imparts itself magnetically and fuses all into one happy and harmonious unity of feeling and sentiment.
Equanimity is the gem in virtue’s chaplet, and St. Sweetness the loveliest in her calendar.
Memory marks the horizon of our consciousness, imagination its zenith.
Education may work wonders as well in warping the genius of individuals as in seconding it.
Truth is inclusive of all the virtues, is older than sects and schools, and, like charity, more ancient than mankind.
A candid spirit is mightier than the most persistent dogmatism.
One’s life should be sufficiently interesting to furnish entertainment in the record.
Every noble life becomes a revelation of the spirit which the love and joy of mankind cannot let perish from remembrance.
The finer literature, indeed, is characterized by a certain suffusion of the feminine flavor, the finer, the more ideal, thought plumed with sentiment; even science loves to spring from its feet, philosophy affect the clouds to inspire and edify.
Love is the key to felicity, nor is there a heaven to any who love not. We enter Paradise through its gates only.
Man is a living lie – a bitter jest Upon himself – a conscious grain of sand Lost in a desert of unconsciousness.