WORDS OF WISDOM
'If that is not God,' said Mirabeau, as the sun shone into his death-chamber, 'it is at least his cousin-german.'
'Ignorance,' says Ajax, 'is a painless evil'; so, I should think, is dirt, considering the merry faces that go along with it.
'It is not safe for man to be alone,' nor can all which the cold-hearted pedant stuns our ears with upon the subject ever give one answer of satisfaction to the mind; in the midst of the loudest vauntings of philosophy, nature will have her yearnings for society and friendship. A good heart wants something to be kind to; and the best parts of our blood, and the purest of our spirits suffer most under the destitution.
'It was the English,' Kaspar cried,
'Who put the French to rout;
But what they kill'd each other for,
I could not well make out.
But every body said,' quoth he,
'That 'twas a famous victory.
They say it was a shocking sight
After the field was won;
For many thousand bodies here
Lay rotting in the sun:
But things like that, you know, must be
After a famous victory.'
'Let there be light!' said God; and forthwith light
Ethereal, first of things, quintessence pure,
Sprung from the deep; and, from her native east,
To journey through the aery gloom began,
Spher'd in a radiant cloud.
'Mongst all your virtues
I see not charity written, which some call
The first born of religion; and I wonder,
I cannot see it in yours. Believe it, sir,
There is no virtue can be sooner miss'd
Or later welcom'd; it begins the rest,
And sets them all in order.
'Necessarius,' the friend, the man who is necessary. * * * A deep word, an ingenious word, a touching word. When will it be French?
'No doubt,' replied Scipio, 'those are alive who have broken loose from the chains of the body as from a prison; it is yours, that is called life, that is really death.'
'Not the cry, but the flight of a wild duck,' says a Chinese author, 'leads the flock to fly and follow.
'One might almost fear,' writes a thoughtful woman, 'seeing how the women of to-day are lightly stirred up to run after some new fashion or faith, that heaven is not so near to them as it was to their mothers and grandmothers.
'One soweth and another reapeth,' is a verity that applies to evil as well as good.
'Passing away' is written on the world, and all the world contains.
'Patience!' * * * 'have faith and thy prayer will be answered!
'Politeness,' says Witherspoon, 'is real kindness kindly expressed;' an admirable definition, and so brief that all may easily remember it. This is the sum and substance of all true politeness. Put it in practice, and all will be charmed with your manners.
'Prayer,' says St. Jerome, 'is a groan.' Ah! our groans are prayers as well. The very cry of distress is an involuntary appeal to that invisible Power whose aid the soul invokes.
'Rest in the Lord; wait patiently for him.' In Hebrew, 'Be silent to God, and let him mould thee.' Keep still, and He will mould thee to the right shape.
'Shoot, if you must, this old gray head,
But spare your country's flag,' she said.
'T is a physic that is bitter to sweet end.
'T is better to be lowly born,
And range with humble livers in content.
Than to be perked up in a glistering grief,
And wear a golden sorrow.
King Henry VIII., Act ii. Sc, 3. SHAKESPEARE.
'T is expectation makes a blessing dear.
'T is human actions paint the chart of time.
'T is in worldly accidents,
As in the world itself, where things most distant
Meet one another: Thus the east and west,
Upon the globe a mathematical point
Only divides: Thus happiness and misery,
And all extremes, are still contiguous.
'T is modesty that makes them seem divine.
'T is more brave to live than to die.
'T is not, to cry God mercy, or to sit
And droop, or to confess that thou hast fail'd:
'Tis to bewail the sins thou didst commit;
And not commit those sins thou hast bewail'd.
He that bewails and not forsakes them too;
Confesses rather what he means to do.
'T is said that absence conquers love;
But oh! believe it not.
I've tried, alas! its power to prove,
But thou art not forgot.
Absence Conquers Love, F.W. THOMAS.
'T is the good reader that makes the good book: a good head cannot read amiss.
'T is the will that makes the action good or ill.
'T is the work of many a dark hour, many a prayer, to bring the heart back from an infant gone.
N. P. Willis
'T is too much proved that with devotion's visage and pious action we do sugar o'er the devil himself.