There is a jewel which no Indian mines can buy, It makes men rich in greatest poverty, Wilbye. He who respects his work so highly (and does it reverently,) that he cares little what the world thinks of it, is the man about whom the world comes at last to think a good deal. Hid in earth's mines of silver, Floating on clouds above, One thought fills God's creation His own great name of Love. All true ambition and aspiration are without comparisons. O woman, lovely woman, nature formed thee Beecher. Otway. We live in the future. Even the happiness of the present is made up mostly of that delightful discontent which the hope of better things inspires. J. G. Holland. The clouds may drop down titles and estates; Solid love, whose root is virtue, can no more die, than virtue itself. Parting day Dies like the dolphin, whom each pang imbues Erasmus. The last still loveliest, till-'tis gone-and all is gray. Byron. Allegories, when well chosen, are like so many tracks of light in a discourse, that make everything about them clear and beautiful. Addison. Our yesterday's to-morrow now is gone, Cowley. He who has not a good memory should never take upon him the trade of lying. Montaigne It's not the times are bad, but man. Beaumont. He that is slow to anger, is better than the mighty; and he that ruleth his spirit, than he that taketh a city. Indeed, true gladness doth not always speak: Bible. Joy bred and born but in the tongue is weak. Jonson. Never was a sincere word utterly lost. Never a magnanimity fell to the ground, but there is some heart to greet and accept it unexpectedly. Emerson. Forever from the hand that takes One blessing from us, others fall; And soon or late, our Father makes His perfect recompense to all. Whittier. Half the gossip of society would perish if the books that are truly worth reading were but read. Dawson. Pride often guides the author's pen; To make men moral, good, and wise. Gay. The present is the living sum-total of the whole past. Carlyle. The glorious sun Stays in his course, and plays the alchemist, The meagre, cloddy earth to glittering gold. Shakspeare. Nature is a revelation of God; art is a revelation of man. Better to dwell in Freedom's hall, Longfellow. With a cold damp floor and mouldering wall, Moore. Music washes away from the soul the dust of every-day life. Auerbach. Mystery such as is given of God, is beyond the power of human penetration, yet not in opposition to it. Madame de Stael. The timid hand stretched forth to aid The kindly word in grief's dark hour That proves the friend indeed, Language was given to us that we might say pleasant things to each other. Adam could find no solid peace Till he beheld a woman's face; When Eve was given for a mate, To be proud of learning is the greatest ignorance. Bovee. Bishop Taylor. If there's a power above us (And that there is, all nature cries aloud Addison. Our sweetest experiences of affection are meant to be suggestions of that realm which is the home of the heart. Oh for the robes of whiteness! Oh for the tearless eyes! Oh for the glorious brightness Oh for the no more weeping Honest labor bears a lovely face. Beecher. Charitie L. Smith. Dekker. There is a calm for those who weep, A rest for weary pilgrims found, Low in the ground. Montgomery. Anger is like rain; it breaks itself upon that on which it falls. One of the sublimest things in the world, is plain truth. Perseverance is a Roman virtue, Bulwer. That wins each godlike act, and plucks success Havard, It is with wits as with razors, which are never so apt to cut those they are employed on, as when they have lost their edge. Friendship's an abstract of love's noble flame, As strong as passion is, though not so gross: And is a heaven in epitome. Swift. Katherine Philips. The sunshine of life is made up of very little beams that are bright all the time. Aikin. Why is the hearse with scutcheons blazoned round, It only serves to prove the living vain. Gay. Our actions are like the termination of verses, which we rhyme as we please. La Rochefoucauld. The sweetest bird builds near the ground, The loveliest flower springs low, And we must stoop for happiness Swain. Love has power to give in a moment what toil can scarcely give in an age. Kind hearts are the gardens, Kind thoughts are the roots, For only in darkness Grow hatred and strife. Time is a file, that wears and makes no noise. Goethe, Cowper. God made the human body, and it is by far the most exquisite and wonderful organization which has come to us from the Divine hand. It is a study for one's whole life. If an undevout astronomer is mad, an undevout physiologist is still madder. Beecher. We bow our heads At going out, and enter straight Another golden chamber of the kings, Hurry is good only for catching flies. Not all who seem to fail, have failed indeed; Charles Kingsley. Fortune brings in some boats that are not steered. A critic on the sacred book should be Shakspeare. Cowper. Every man, in making a book, virtually declares his conviction that he is doing something to minister, in some way, to the benefit of his fellow men; and yet, if a considerable portion of the works that are published, were struck out of existence to the very last copy, there would remain no chasm in reference to which the world might not very well afford to keep a jubilee. I've heard old, cunning stagers Say, fools for argument use wagers. Sprague. Butler. What has been unjustly gained can not be justly kept. In the name of God advancing, Look not to the far-off future, Sow thou must before thou reapest, Rest at last is labor's prize. There is no past, so long as books shall live. Bulwer. 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