The art of declamation has been sinking in value from the moment that speakers were foolish enough to publish, and hearers wise enough to read.—Colton.

Deeds.—A word that has been said may be unsaid: it is but air. But when a deed is done, it cannot be undone, nor can our thoughts reach out to all the mischiefs that may follow.—Longfellow.

How oft the sight of means to do ill deeds makes deeds ill done!—Shakespeare.

Legal deeds were invented to remind men of their promises, or to convict them of having broken them,—a stigma on the human race.—Bruyere.

Good actions ennoble us, and we are the sons of our own deeds.—Cervantes.

We should believe only in works; words are sold for nothing everywhere.—Rojas.

Delay.—We do not directly go about the execution of the purpose that thrills us, but shut our doors behind us, and ramble with prepared minds, as if the half were already done. Our resolution is taking root or hold on the earth then, as seeds first send a shoot downward, which is fed by their own albumen, ere they send one upwards to the light.—Thoreau.

Time drinketh up the essence of every great and noble action, which ought to be performed! and is delayed in the execution.—Veeshnoo Sarma.

Democracy.—Democracy will itself accomplish the salutary universal change from delusive to real, and make a new blessed world of us by and by.—Carlyle.

The love of democracy is that of equality.—Montesquieu.

Dependence.—The beautiful must ever rest in the arms of the sublime. The gentle needs the strong to sustain it, as much as the rock-flowers need rocks to grow on, or the ivy the rugged wall which it embraces.—Mrs. Stowe.

Thou shalt know by experience how salt the savor is of other's bread, and how sad a path it is to climb and descend another's stairs.—Dante.

How beautifully is it ordered, that as many thousands work for one, so must every individual bring his labor to make the whole! The highest is not to despise the lowest, nor the lowest to envy the highest; each must live in all and by all. Who will not work, neither shall he eat. So God has ordered that men, being in need of each other, should learn to love each other and bear each other's burdens.—G. A. Sala.

We are never without a pilot. When we know not how to steer, and dare not hoist a sail, we can drift. The current knows the way, though we do not. The ship of heaven guides itself, and will not accept a wooden rudder.—Emerson.

Desire.—It is easier to suppress the first desire than to satisfy all that follow it.—Franklin.

Lack of desire is the greatest riches.—Seneca.

Where necessity ends, curiosity begins; and no sooner are we supplied with everything that nature can demand, than we sit down to contrive artificial appetites.—Johnson.

The thirst of desire is never filled, nor fully satisfied.—Cicero.

The man's desire is for the woman; but the woman's desire is rarely other than for the desire of the man.—Coleridge.

Desires are the pulse of the soul.—Manton.

Despair.—Considering the unforeseen events of this world, we should be taught that no human condition should inspire men with absolute despair.—Fielding.

Leaden-eyed despair.—Keats.

In the lottery of life there are more prizes drawn than blanks, and to one misfortune there are fifty advantages. Despondency is the most unprofitable feeling a man can indulge in.—De Witt Talmage.

He that despairs limits infinite power to finite apprehensions.—South.

It is impossible for that man to despair who remembers that his helper is omnipotent.—Jeremy Taylor.

He that despairs measures Providence by his own little contracted model.—South.

Juliet was a fool to kill herself, for in three months she'd have married again, and been glad to be quit of Romeo.—Charles Buxton.

What we call our despair is often only the painful eagerness of unfed hope.—George Eliot.

Despotism.—It is difficult for power to avoid despotism. The possessors of rude health; the individualities cut out by a few strokes, solid for the very reason that they are all of a piece; the complete characters whose fibres have never been strained by a doubt; the minds that no questions disturb and no aspirations put out of breath,—these, the strong, are also the tyrants.—Countess de Gasparin.

There is something among men more capable of shaking despotic power than lightning, whirlwind, or earthquake; that is, the threatened indignation of the whole civilized world.—Daniel Webster.

Destiny.—The scape-goat which we make responsible for all our crimes and follies; a necessity which we set down for invincible, when we have no wish to strive against it.—Mrs. Balfour.

Our deeds determine us, as much as we determine our deeds.—George Eliot.

Detention.—Never hold any one by the button or the hand, in order to be heard out; for if people are unwilling to hear you, you had better hold your tongue than them.—Chesterfield.

Detraction.—Happy are they that hear their detractions, and can put them to mending.—Shakespeare.

In some unlucky dispositions there is such an envious kind of pride that they cannot endure that any but themselves should be set forth for excellent; so that when they hear one justly praised they will either seek to dismount his virtues, or, if they be like a clear light, they will stab him with a but of detraction; as if there were something yet so foul as did obnubilate even his brightest glory. When their tongue cannot justly condemn him, they will leave him suspected by their silence.—Feltham.

Dew.—That same dew, which sometimes withers buds, was wont to swell, like round and orient pearls, stood now within the pretty flow'rets' eyes, like tears, that did their own disgrace bewail.—Shakespeare.

Earth's liquid jewelry, wrought of air.—P. J. Bailey.

Diet.—Regimen is better than physic. Every one should be his own physician. We ought to assist, and not to force nature: but more especially we should learn to suffer, grow old, and die. Some things are salutary, and others hurtful. Eat with moderation what you know by experience agrees with your constitution. Nothing is good for the body but what we can digest. What medicine can procure digestion? Exercise. What will recruit strength? Sleep. What will alleviate incurable evils? Patience.—Voltaire.

Free-livers on a small scale, who are prodigal within the compass of a guinea.—Washington Irving.

Difficulties.—The greatest difficulties lie where we are not looking for them.—Goethe.

The weak sinews become strong by their conflict with difficulties. Hope is born in the long night of watching and tears. Faith visits us in defeat and disappointment, amid the consciousness of earthly frailty and the crumbling tombstones of mortality.—Chapin.

How strangely easy difficult things are!—Charles Buxton.

Diffidence.—Nothing sinks a young man into low company, both of women and men, so surely as timidity and diffidence of himself. If he thinks that he shall not, he may depend upon it he will not, please. But with proper endeavors to please, and a degree of persuasion that he shall, it is almost certain that he will.—Chesterfield.

No congress, nor mob, nor guillotine, nor fire, nor all together, can avail, to cut out, burn, or destroy the offense of superiority in persons. The superiority in him is inferiority in me.—Emerson.

Dignity.—It is at once the thinnest and most effective of all the coverings under which duncedom sneaks and skulks. Most of the men of dignity, who awe or bore their more genial brethren, are simply men who possess the art of passing off their insensibility for wisdom, their dullness for depth, and of concealing imbecility of intellect under haughtiness of manner.—Whipple.

Dirt.—"Ignorance," says Ajax, "is a painless evil;" so, I should think, is dirt, considering the merry faces that go along with it.—George Eliot.

Martin, if dirt was trumps, what hands you would hold.—Lamb.

Disappointment.—Life often seems like a long shipwreck, of which the debris are friendship, glory, and love: the shores of existence are strewn with them.—Mme. de Stael.

O world! how many hopes thou dost engulf!—Alfred de Musset.

Thirsting for the golden fountain of the fable, from how many streams have we turned away, weary and in disgust!—Bulwer-Lytton.

We mortals, men and women, devour many a disappointment between breakfast and dinner-time; keep back the tears and look a little pale about the lips, and in answer to inquiries say, "Oh, nothing!" Pride helps us; and pride is not a bad thing when it only urges us to hide our own hurts—not to hurt others.—George Eliot.

Ah! what seeds for a paradise I bore in my heart, of which birds of prey have robbed me.—Richter.

Discourtesy.—Discourtesy does not spring merely from one bad quality, but from several,—from foolish vanity, from ignorance of what is due to others, from indolence, from stupidity, from distraction of thought, from contempt of others, from jealousy.—La Bruyere.

Discovery.—Through every rift of discovery some seeming anomaly drops out of the darkness, and falls as a golden link in the great chain of order.—Chapin.

Discretion.—Be discreet in all things, and go render it unnecessary to be mysterious about any.—Wellington.

Though a man has all other perfections and wants discretion, he will be of no great consequence in the world; but if he has this single talent in perfection, and but a common share of others, he may do what he pleases in his particular station of life.—Addison.

Dishonesty.—So grasping is dishonesty that it is no respecter of persons: it will cheat friends as well as foes; and, were it possible, even God himself!—Bancroft.

Dispatch.—Use dispatch. Remember that the world only took six days to create. Ask me for whatever you please except time: that is the only thing which is beyond my power.—Napoleon.

True dispatch is a rich thing; for time is the measure of business, as money is of wares, and business is bought at a dear hand where there is small dispatch.—Bacon.

Disposition.—A tender-hearted and compassionate disposition, which inclines men to pity and feel the misfortunes of others, and which is even for its own sake incapable of involving any man in ruin and misery, is of all tempers of mind the most amiable; and, though it seldom receives much honor, is worthy of the highest.—Fielding.

A good disposition is more valuable than gold; for the latter is the gift of fortune, but the former is the dower of nature.—Addison.

Distrust.—As health lies in labor, and there is no royal road to it but through toil, so there is no republican road to safety but in constant distrust.—Wendell Phillips.

What loneliness is more lonely than distrust?—George Eliot.

When desperate ills demand a speedy cure, distrust is cowardice, and prudence folly.—Johnson.

Doubt.—Remember Talleyrand's advice, "If you are in doubt whether to write a letter or not—don't!" The advice applies to many doubts in life besides that of letter writing.—Bulwer-Lytton.

Doubt is hell in the human soul.—Gasparin.

Doubt springs from the mind; faith is the daughter of the soul.—J. Petit Senn.

Modest doubt is called the beacon of the wise.—Shakespeare.

The doubts of an honest man contain more moral truth than the profession of faith of people under a worldly yoke.—X. Doudan.

There lives more faith in honest doubt, believe me, than in half the creeds.—Tennyson.

Every body drags its shadow, and every mind its doubt.—Victor Hugo.

Dreams.—Children of night, of indigestion bred.—Churchill.

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.

We are somewhat more than ourselves in our sleeps, and the slumber of the body seems to be but the waking of the soul. It is the litigation of sense, but the liberty of reason; and our waking conceptions do not match the fancies of our sleeps.—Sir T. Browne.

The mockery of unquiet slumbers.—Shakespeare.

Like a dog, he hunts in dreams.—Tennyson.

Dress.—It is well known that a loose and easy dress contributes much to give to both sexes those fine proportions of body that are observable in the Grecian statues, and which serve as models to our present artists.—Rousseau.

Duty.—Stern daughter of the voice of God.—Wordsworth.

Duty is a power which rises with us in the morning and goes to rest with us at night. It is coextensive with the action of our intelligence. It is the shadow which cleaves to us, go where we will, and which only leaves us when we leave the light of life.—Gladstone.

Let us hear the conclusion of the whole matter: Fear God and keep his commandments; for this is the whole duty of man.—Bible.

The idea of duty, that recognition of something to be lived for beyond the mere satisfaction of self, is to the moral life what the addition of a great central ganglion is to animal life.—George Eliot.

Do the duty which lies nearest to thee.—Goethe.

Those who do it always would as soon think of being conceited of eating their dinner as of doing their duty. What honest boy would pride himself on not picking a pocket? A thief who was trying to reform would.—George MacDonald.

To what gulfs a single deviation from the track of human duties leads!—Byron.

The duty of man is not a wilderness of turnpike gates, through which he is to pass by tickets from one to the other. It is plain and simple, and consists but of two points: his duty to God, which every man must feel; and, with respect to his neighbor, to do as he would be done by.—Thomas Paine.

There is not a moment without some duty.—Cicero.

If doing what ought to be done be made the first business, and success a secondary consideration,—is not this the way to exalt virtue?—Confucius.

The path of duty lies in what is near, and men seek for it in what is remote; the work of duty lies in what is easy, and men seek for it in what is difficult.—Mencius.

Duty does not consist in suffering everything, but in suffering everything for duty. Sometimes, indeed, it is our duty not to suffer.—Dr. Vinet.

He who is false to present duty breaks a thread in the loom, and will find the flaw when he may have forgotten its cause.—Beecher.

The primal duties shine aloft, like stars; the charities that soothe, and heal, and bless, are scattered at the feet of man, like flowers.—Wordsworth.

Can man or woman choose duties? No more than they can choose their birthplace, or their father and mother.—George Eliot.

E.

Ear.—A side intelligencer.—Lamb.

Eyes and ears, two traded pilots 'twixt the dangerous shores of will and judgment.—Shakespeare.

The wicket of the soul.—Sir J. Davies.

The road to the heart.—Voltaire.

Early-rising.—Early-rising not only gives us more life in the same number of our years, but adds likewise to their number; and not only enables us to enjoy more of existence in the same measure of time, but increases also the measure.—Colton.

The famous Apollonius being very early at Vespasian's gate, and finding him stirring, from thence conjectured that he was worthy to govern an empire, and said to his companion, "This man surely will be emperor, he is so early."—Caussin.

When one begins to turn in bed, it is time to get up.—Wellington.

The difference between rising at five and seven o'clock in the morning, for the space of forty years, supposing a man to go to bed at the same hour at night, is nearly equivalent to the addition of ten years to a man's life.—Doddridge.

Whoever has tasted the breath of morning knows that the most invigorating and most delightful hours of the day are commonly spent in bed; though it is the evident intention of nature that we should enjoy and profit by them.—Southey.

Economy.—Economy is half the battle of life; it is not so hard to earn money as to spend it well.—Spurgeon.

Ere fancy you consult, consult your purse.—Franklin.

I can get no remedy against this consumption of the purse; borrowing only lingers and lingers it out; but the disease is incurable.—Shakespeare.

The back-door robs the house.—George Herbert.

The world abhors closeness, and all but admires extravagance. Yet a slack hand shows weakness, a tight hand, strength.—Charles Buxton.

Education.—Education gives fecundity of thought, copiousness of illustration, quickness, vigor, fancy, words, images, and illustrations; it decorates every common thing, and gives the power of trifling without being undignified and absurd.—Sydney Smith.

Still I am learning.—Motto of Michael Angelo.

If we work upon marble, it will perish; if we work upon brass, time will efface it; if we rear temples, they will crumble into dust; but if we work upon immortal minds, if we imbue them with principles, with the just fear of God and love of our fellow-men, we engrave on those tablets something which will brighten to all eternity.—Daniel Webster.

The education of life perfects the thinking mind, but depraves the frivolous.—Mme. de Stael.

What sculpture is to a block of marble, education is to a human soul. The philosopher, the saint, and the hero,—the wise, the good, and the great man, very often lie hid and concealed in a plebeian, which a proper education might have disinterred and brought to light.—Addison.

Very few men are wise by their own counsel, or learned by their own teaching; for he that was only taught by himself had a fool to his master.—Ben Jonson.

I am always for getting a boy forward in his learning, for that is sure good. I would let him at first read any English book which happens to engage his attention; because you have done a great deal when you have brought him to have entertainment from a book. He'll get better books afterwards.—Johnson.

The essential difference between a good and a bad education is this, that the former draws on the child to learn by making it sweet to him; the latter drives the child to learn, by making it sour to him if he does not.—Charles Buxton.

Nothing so good as a university education, nor worse than a university without its education.—Bulwer-Lytton.

Education is all paint: it does not alter the nature of the wood that is under it, it only improves its appearance a little. Why I dislike education so much is that it makes all people alike, until you have examined into them; and it is sometimes so long before you get to see under the varnish!—Lady Hester Stanhope.

Eloquence.—The poetry of speech.—Byron.

This is that eloquence the ancients represented as lightning, bearing down every opposer; this the power which has turned whole assemblies into astonishment, admiration, and awe; that is described by the torrent, the flame, and every other instance of irresistible impetuosity.—Goldsmith.

Eminence.—I do not hesitate to say that the road to eminence and power from an obscure condition ought not to be made too easy, nor a thing too much of course. If rare merit be the rarest of all things, it ought to pass through some sort of probation. The Temple of Honor ought to be seated on an eminence. If it be open through virtue, let it be remembered, too, that virtue is never tried but by some difficulty and some struggle.—Burke.

Emotions.—All loving emotions, like plants, shoot up most rapidly in the tempestuous atmosphere of life.—Richter.

Emotion has no value in the Christian system save as it stands connected with right conduct as the cause of it. Emotion is the bud, not the flower, and never is it of value until it expands into a flower. Every religious sentiment; every act of devotion which does not produce a corresponding elevation of life, is worse than useless; it is absolutely pernicious, because it ministers to self-deception and tends to lower the line of personal morals.—W. H. H. Murray.

There are three orders of emotions: those of pleasure, which refer to the senses; those of harmony, which refer to the mind; and those of happiness, which are the natural result of a union between harmony and pleasure.—Chapone.

Emotion, whether of ridicule, anger, or sorrow; whether raised at a puppet-show, a funeral, or a battle, is your grandest of levelers. The man who would be always superior should be always apathetic.—Bulwer-Lytton.

Employment.—The wise prove, and the foolish confess, by their conduct, that a life of employment is the only life worth leading.—Paley.

Life will frequently languish, even in the hands of the busy, if they have not some employment subsidiary to that which forms their main pursuit.—Blair.

Emulation.—Emulation embalms the dead; envy, the vampire, blasts the living.—Fuseli.

Enemies.—It is the enemy whom we do not suspect who is the most dangerous.—Rojas.

Energy.—The longer I live, the more deeply am I convinced that that which makes the difference between one man and another—between the weak and powerful, the great and insignificant—is energy, invincible determination; a purpose once formed, and then death or victory. This quality will do anything that is to be done in the world; and no two-legged creature can become a man without it.—Charles Buxton.

The truest wisdom is a resolute determination.—Napoleon.

To think we are able is almost to be so; to determine upon attainment is frequently attainment itself. Thus earnest resolution has often seemed to have about it almost a savor of omnipotence.—Samuel Smiles.

Oh! for a forty parson power.—Byron.

Daniel Webster struck me much like a steam-engine in trousers.—Sydney Smith.

This world belongs to the energetic.—Emerson.

Enjoyment.—Whatever advantage we snatch beyond the certain portion allotted us by nature is like money spent before it is due, which at the time of regular payment will be missed and regretted.—Johnson.

Ennui.—I have also seen the world, and after long experience have discovered that ennui is our greatest enemy, and remunerative labor our most lasting friend.—Moeser.

I am wrapped in dismal thinking.—Shakespeare.

Enthusiasm.—Enthusiasts soon understand each other.—Washington Irving.

Enthusiasm is an evil much less to be dreaded than superstition. Superstition is the disease of nations; enthusiasm, that of individuals: the former grows inveterate by time, the latter is cured by it.—Robert Hall.

Enthusiasm is that temper of mind in which the imagination has got the better of the judgment.—Warburton.

Great designs are not accomplished without enthusiasm of some sort. It is the inspiration of everything great. Without it, no man is to be feared, and with it none despised.—Bovee.

Enthusiasm is supernatural serenity.—Thoreau.

A man conscious of enthusiasm for worthy aims is sustained under petty hostilities by the memory of great workers who had to fight their way not without wounds, and who hover in his mind as patron saints, invisibly helping.—George Eliot.

The insufficient passions of a soul expanding to celestial limits.—Sydney Dobell.

Envy.—A man who hath no virtue in himself ever envieth virtue in others; for men's minds will either feed upon their own good, or upon others' evil; and who wanteth the one will prey upon the other.—Lord Bacon.

Pining and sickening at another's joy.—Ovid.

Many passions dispose us to depress and vilify the merit of one rising in the esteem of mankind.—Addison.

He who surpasses or subdues mankind must look down on the hate of those below.—Byron.

An envious fever of pale and bloodless emulation.—Shakespeare.

Equality.—Whether I be the grandest genius on earth in a single thing, and that single thing earthy, or the poor peasant who, behind his plow, whistles for want of thought, I strongly suspect it will be all one when I pass to the Competitive Examination yonder! On the other side of the grave a Raffael's occupation may be gone as well as a plowman's.—Bulwer-Lytton.

All the religions known in the world are founded, so far as they relate to man, or the unity of man, as being all of one degree. Whether in heaven or in hell, or in whatever state man may be supposed to exist hereafter, the good and the bad are the only distinctions.—Thomas Paine.

By the law of God, given by him to humanity, all men are free, are brothers, and are equals.—Mazzini.

The circle of life is cut up into segments. All lines are equal if they are drawn from the centre and touch the circumference.—Bulwer-Lytton.

Liberty and equality, lovely and sacred words!—Mazzini.

Society is a more level surface than we imagine. Wise men or absolute fools are hard to be met with, as there are few giants or dwarfs.—Hazlitt.

Equanimity.—A thing often lost, but seldom found.—Mrs. Balfour.

Error.—If those alone who "sowed the wind did reap the whirlwind," it would be well. But the mischief is that the blindness of bigotry, the madness of ambition, and the miscalculations of diplomacy seek their victims principally amongst the innocent and the unoffending. The cottage is sure to suffer for every error of the court, the cabinet, or the camp. When error sits in the seat of power and of authority, and is generated in high places, it may be compared to that torrent which originates indeed in the mountain, but commits its devastation in the vale.—Colton.

There is a brotherhood of error as close as the brotherhood of truth.—Argyll.

Errors look so very ugly in persons of small means, one feels they are taking quite a liberty in going astray; whereas people of fortune may naturally indulge in a few delinquencies.—George Eliot.

Our follies and errors are the soiled steps to the Grecian temple of our perfection.—Richter.

But for my part, my lord, I then thought, and am still of the same opinion, that error, and not truth of any kind, is dangerous; that ill conclusions can only flow from false propositions; and that, to know whether any proposition be true or false, it is a preposterous method to examine it by its apparent consequences.—Burke.

Error in itself is always invisible; its nature is the absence of light.—Jacobi.

There is no place where weeds do not grow, and there is no heart where errors are not to be found.—J. S. Knowles.

Our understandings are always liable to error; nature and certainty is very hard to come at, and infallibility is mere vanity and pretense.—Marcus Antoninus.

Let error be an infirmity and not a crime.—Castelar.

Errors such as are but acorns in our younger brows grow oaks in our older heads, and become inflexible.—Sir Thomas Browne.

Erudition.—'Tis of great importance to the honor of learning that men of business should know erudition is not like a lark, which flies high, and delights in nothing but singing; but that 't is rather like a hawk, which soars aloft indeed, but can stoop when she finds it convenient, and seize her prey.—Bacon.

Estimation.—A life spent worthily should be measured by a nobler line,—by deeds, not years.—Sheridan.

To judge of the real importance of an individual, one should think of the effect his death would produce.—Leves.

Eternity.—Upon laying a weight in one of the scales, inscribed eternity, though I threw in that of time, prosperity, affliction, wealth, and poverty, which seemed very ponderous, they were not able to stir the opposite balance.—Addison.

Eternity is a negative idea clothed with a positive name. It supposes in that to which it is applied a present existence; and is the negation of a beginning or of an end of that existence.—Paley.

Etiquette.—Whoever pays a visit that is not desired, or talks longer than the listener is willing to attend, is guilty of an injury that he cannot repair, and takes away that which he cannot give.—Johnson.

The forms required by good breeding, or prescribed by authority, are to be observed in social or official life.—Prescott.

Good taste rejects excessive nicety; it treats little things as little things, and is not hurt by them.—Fenelon.

The law of the table is beauty, a respect to the common soul of the guests. Everything is unreasonable which is private to two or three, or any portion of the company. Tact never violates for a moment this law; never intrudes the orders of the house, the vices of the absent, or a tariff of expenses, or professional privacies; as we say, we never "talk shop" before company. Lovers abstain from caresses, and haters from insults, while they sit in one parlor with common friends.—Emerson.

Events.—Man reconciles himself to almost any event however trying, if it happens in the ordinary course of nature. It is the extraordinary alone that he rebels against. There is a moral idea associated with this feeling; for the extraordinary appears to be something like an injustice of Heaven.—Humboldt.

There can be no peace in human life without the contempt of all events. He that troubles his head with drawing consequences from mere contingencies shall never be at rest.—L'Estrange.

Evil.—Evil is in antagonism with the entire creation.—Zschokke.

Even in evil, that dark cloud which hangs over the creation, we discern rays of light and hope; and gradually come to see in suffering and temptation proofs and instruments of the sublimest purposes of wisdom and love.—Channing.

Be not overcome of evil, but overcome evil with good.—Bible.

If we will rightly estimate what we call good and evil, we shall find it lies much in comparison.—Locke.

Not one false man but does uncountable evil.—Carlyle.

This is the course of every evil deed, that, propagating still, it brings forth evil.—Coleridge.

The truly virtuous do not easily credit evil that is told them of their neighbors; for if others may do amiss, then may these also speak amiss: man is frail, and prone to evil, and therefore may soon fail in words.—Jeremy Taylor.

Physical evils destroy themselves, or they destroy us.—Rousseau.

"One soweth, and another reapeth," is a verity that applies to evil as well as good.—George Eliot.

If you believe in evil, you have done evil.—A. de Musset.

Example.—We are all of us more or less echoes, repeating involuntarily the virtues, the defects, the movements, and the characters of those among whom we live.—Joubert.

How far that little candle throws its beams! So shines a good deed in a naughty world.—Shakespeare.

Every great example takes hold of us with the authority of a miracle, and says to us: "If ye had but faith, ye could also be able to do the things which I do."—Jacobi.

Excellence.—Nothing is such an obstacle to the production of excellence as the power of producing what is good with ease and rapidity.—Aikin.

Excelsior.—Man's life is in the impulse of elevation to something higher.—Jacobi.

Excess.—Too much noise deafens us; too much light blinds us; too great a distance or too much of proximity equally prevents us from being able to see; too long and too short a discourse obscures our knowledge of a subject; too much of truth stuns us.—Pascal.

O fleeting joys of Paradise, dear bought with lasting woes.—Milton.

Excess generally causes reaction, and produces a change in the opposite direction, whether it be in the seasons, or in individuals, or in governments.—Plato.

Excitement.—There is always something interesting and beautiful about a universal popular excitement of a generous character, let the object of it be what it may. The great desiring heart of man, surging with one strong, sympathetic swell, even though it be to break on the beach of life and fall backwards, leaving the sands as barren as before, has yet a meaning and a power in its restlessness with which I must deeply sympathize.—Mrs. Stowe.

Violent excitement exhausts the mind, and leaves it withered and sterile.—Fenelon.

The language of excitement is at best but picturesque merely. You must be calm before you can utter oracles.—Thoreau.

This is so engraven on our nature that it may be regarded as an appetite. Like all other appetites, it is not sinful, unless indulged unlawfully, or to excess.—Dr. Guthrie.

Excuse.—Of vain things, excuses are the vainest.—Charles Buxton.

Expectation.—'Tis expectation makes a blessing dear; heaven were not heaven, if we knew what it were.—Suckling.

It may be proper for all to remember that they ought not to raise expectations which it is not in their power to satisfy; and that it is more pleasing to see smoke brightening into flame, than flame sinking into smoke.—Johnson.

Expediency.—When private virtue is hazarded upon the perilous cast of expediency, the pillars of the republic, however apparent their stability, are infected with decay at the very centre.—Chapin.

Men in responsible situations cannot, like those in private life, be governed solely by the dictates of their own inclinations, or by such motives as can only affect themselves.—Washington.

Experience.—Life consists in the alternate process of learning and unlearning; but it is often wiser to unlearn than to learn.—Bulwer-Lytton.

Experience, the shroud of illusions.—De Finod.

To have a true idea of man, or of life, one must have stood himself on the brink of suicide, or on the door-sill of insanity, at least once.—Taine.

What we learn with pleasure we never forget.—Alfred Mercier.

Who would venture upon the journey of life, if compelled to begin it at the end?—Mme. de Maintenon.

Experience is the extract of suffering.—Arthur Helps.

Every generous illusion adds a wrinkle in vanishing. Experience is the successive disenchantment of the things of life. It is reason enriched by the spoils of the heart.—J. Petit Senn.

Extravagance.—Expenses are not rectilinear, but circular. Every inch you add to the diameter adds three to the circumference.—Charles Buxton.

Extremes.—Extremes are dangerous; a middle estate is safest; as a middle temper of the sea, between a still calm and a violent tempest, is most helpful to convey the mariner to his haven.—Swinnock.

Superlatives are diminutives, and weaken.—Emerson.

Extremes are for us as if they were not, and as if we were not in regard to them; they escape from us, or we from them.—Pascal.

Eye.—Stabbed with a white wench's black eye.—Shakespeare.

The eyes of a man are of no use without the observing power. Telescopes and microscopes are cunning contrivances, but they cannot see of themselves.—Paxton Hood.

Ladies, whose bright eyes rain influence.—Milton.

Where is any author in the world teaches such beauty as a woman's eye?—Shakespeare.

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.

Face.—A February face, so full of frost, of storms, and cloudiness.—Shakespeare.

Demons in act, but gods at least in face.—Byron.

A girl of eighteen imagines the feelings behind the face that has moved her with its sympathetic youth, as easily as primitive people imagined the humors of the gods in fair weather: what is she to believe in, if not in this vision woven from within?—George Eliot.

The worst of faces still is a human face.—Lavater.

Fact.—There should always be some foundation of fact for the most airy fabric, and pure invention is but the talent of a deceiver.—Byron.

Every day of my life makes me feel more and more how seldom a fact is accurately stated; how almost invariably when a story has passed through the mind of a third person it becomes, so far as regards the impression that it makes in further repetitions, little better than a falsehood; and this, too, though the narrator be the most truth-seeking person in existence.—Hawthorne.

Faction.—A feeble government produces more factions than an oppressive one.—Fisher Ames.

It is the demon of discord armed with the power to do endless mischief, and intent alone on destroying whatever opposes its progress.—Crabbe.

Failure.—But screw your courage to the sticking-place, and we'll not fail!—Shakespeare.

Albeit failure in any cause produces a correspondent misery in the soul, yet it is, in a sense, the highway to success, inasmuch as every discovery of what is false leads us to seek earnestly after what is true, and every fresh experience points out some form of error which we shall afterward carefully eschew.—Keats.

Every failure is a step to success; every detection of what is false directs us toward what is true; every trial exhausts some tempting form of error. Not only so, but scarcely any attempt is entirely a failure; scarcely any theory, the result of steady thought, is altogether false; no tempting form of error is without some latent charm derived from truth.—Whewell.

Faith.—In affairs of this world men are saved not by faith but by the want of it.—Fielding.

All the scholastic scaffolding falls, as a ruined edifice, before one single word,—faith.—Napoleon.

O welcome pure-eyed Faith, white-handed Hope, thou hovering angel, girt with golden wings!—Milton.

Life grows dark as we go on, till only one clear light is left shining on it, and that is faith.—Madame Swetchine.

When my reason is afloat, my faith cannot long remain in suspense, and I believe in God as firmly as in any other truth whatever; in short, a thousand motives draw me to the consolatory side, and add the weight of hope to the equilibrium of reason.—Rousseau.

Flatter not thyself in thy faith to God, if thou wantest charity for thy neighbor; and think not thou hast charity for thy neighbor, if thou wantest faith to God: where they are not both together, they are both wanting; they are both dead if once divided.—Quarles.

We cannot live on probabilities. The faith in which we can live bravely and die in peace must be a certainty, so far as it professes to be a faith at all, or it is nothing.—Froude.

The great desire of this age is for a doctrine which may serve to condense our knowledge, guide our researches, and shape our lives, so that conduct may really be the consequence of belief.—G. H. Lewes.

Falsehood.—Falsehood, like a drawing in perspective, will not bear to be examined in every point of view, because it is a good imitation of truth, as a perspective is of the reality.—Colton.

Do not let us lie at all. Do not think of one falsity as harmless, and another as slight, and another as unintended. Cast them all aside: they may be light and accidental, but they are ugly soot from the smoke of the pit, for all that: and it is better that our hearts should be swept clean of them, without one care as to which is largest or blackest.—Ruskin.

It is more from carelessness about the truth, than from intentional lying, that there is so much falsehood in the world.—Johnson.

Falsehood and fraud shoot up in every soil, the product of all climes.—Addison.

Round dealing is the honor of man's nature; and a mixture of falsehood is like alloy in gold and silver, which may make the metal work the better, but it embaseth it.—Lord Bacon.

To lapse in fullness is sorer than to lie for need: and falsehood is worse in king than beggar.—Shakespeare.

A liar would be brave toward God, while he is a coward toward men; for a lie faces God, and shrinks from man.—Montaigne.

The dull flat falsehood serves for policy, and in the cunning, truth's itself a lie.—Pope.

No falsehood can endure touch of celestial temper but returns of force to its own likeness.—Milton.

Figures themselves, in their symmetrical and inexorable order, have their mistakes like words and speeches. An hour of pleasure and an hour of pain are alike only on the dial in their numerical arrangement. Outside the dial they lie sixty times.—Mery.

Fame.—Fame, as a river, is narrowest where it is bred, and broadest afar off; so exemplary writers depend not upon the gratitude of the world.—Davenant.

Grant me honest fame, or grant me none.—Pope.

Much of reputation depends on the period in which it rises. The Italians proverbially observe that one half of fame depends on that cause. In dark periods, when talents appear they shine like the sun through a small hole in the window-shutter. The strong beam dazzles amid the surrounding gloom. Open the shutter, and the general diffusion of light attracts no notice.—Walpole.

Fame confers a rank above that of gentleman and of kings. As soon as she issues her patent of nobility, it matters not a straw whether the recipient be the son of a Bourbon or of a tallow-chandler.—Bulwer-Lytton.

One Caesar lives,—a thousand are forgot!—Young.

Few people make much noise after their deaths who did not do so while they were living. Posterity could not be supposed to rake into the records of past times for the illustrious obscure, and only ratify or annul the lists of great names handed down to them by the voice of common fame. Few people recover from the neglect or obloquy of their contemporaries. The public will hardly be at the pains to try the same cause twice over, or does not like to reverse its own sentence, at least when on the unfavorable side.—Hazlitt.

Celebrity sells dearly what we think she gives.—Emile Souvestre.

Fame has no necessary conjunction with praise; it may exist without the breath of a word: it is a recognition of excellence which must be felt, but need not be spoken. Even the envious must feel it; feel it, and hate in silence.—Washington Allston.

Many have lived on a pedestal who will never have a statue when dead.—Beranger.

I hope the day will never arrive when I shall neither be the object of calumny nor ridicule, for then I shall be neglected and forgotten.—Johnson.

A man who cannot win fame in his own age will have a very small chance of winning it from posterity. True there are some half dozen exceptions to this truth among millions of myriads that attest it; but what man of common sense would invest any large amount of hope in so unpromising a lottery.—Bulwer-Lytton.

Fame is the thirst of youth.—Byron.

Our admiration of a famous man lessens upon our nearer acquaintance with him; and we seldom hear of a celebrated person without a catalogue of some notorious weaknesses and infirmities.—Addison.

Even the best things are not equal to their fame.—Thoreau.

Fanaticism.—Fanaticism, to which men are so much inclined, has always served not only to render them more brutalized but more wicked.—Voltaire.

Painful and corporeal punishments should never be applied to fanaticism; for, being founded on pride, it glories in persecution.—Beccaria.

The false fire of an overheated mind.—Cowper.

Fanaticism is the child of false zeal and of superstition, the father of intolerance and of persecution.—J. Fletcher.

Fashion.—Fashion is the great governor of this world. It presides not only in matters of dress and amusement, but in law, physic, politics, religion, and all other things of the gravest kind. Indeed, the wisest of men would be puzzled to give any better reason why particular forms in all these have been at certain times universally received, and at other times universally rejected, than that they were in or out of fashion.—Fielding.

Fancy and pride seek things at vast expense.—Young.

A beautiful envelope for mortality, presenting a glittering and polished exterior, the appearance of which gives no certain indication of the real value of what is contained therein.—Mrs. Balfour.

Beauty too often sacrifices to fashion. The spirit of fashion is not the beautiful, but the willful; not the graceful, but the fantastic; not the superior in the abstract, but the superior in the worst of all concretes,—the vulgar.—Leigh Hunt.

Faults.—To acknowledge our faults when we are blamed is modesty; to discover them to one's friends, in ingenuousness, is confidence; but to preach them to all the world, if one does not take care, is pride.—Confucius.

The first fault is the child of simplicity, but every other the offspring of guilt.—Goldsmith.

Fear.—It is no ways congruous that God should be frightening men into truth who were made to be wrought upon by calm evidence and gentle methods of persuasion.—Atterbury.

Fear is far more painful to cowardice than death to true courage.—Sir P. Sidney.

Fear is the tax that conscience pays to guilt.—George Sewell.

Fear invites danger; concealed cowards insult known ones.—Chesterfield.

Felicity.—The world produces for every pint of honey a gallon of gall; for every dram of pleasure a pound of pain; for every inch of mirth an ell of moan; and as the ivy twines around the oak, so does misery and misfortune encompass the happy man. Felicity, pure and unalloyed felicity, is not a plant of earthly growth; her gardens are the skies.—Burton.

Fickleness.—Everything by starts, and nothing long.—Dryden.

It will be found that they are the weakest-minded and the hardest-hearted men that most love change.—Ruskin.

Fiction.—Truth severe, by fairy fiction drest.—Gray.

Every fiction since Homer has taught friendship, patriotism, generosity, contempt of death. These are the highest virtues; and the fictions which taught them were therefore of the highest, though not of unmixed, utility.—Sir J. Mackintosh.

I have often maintained that fiction may be much more instructive than real history.—Rev. John Foster.

Fiction is of the essence of poetry as well as of painting: there is a resemblance in one of human bodies, things, and actions which are not real, and in the other of a true story by fiction.—Dryden.

Fiction is no longer a mere amusement; but transcendent genius, accommodating itself to the character of the age, has seized upon this province of literature, and turned fiction from a toy into a mighty engine.—Channing.

The best portraits are those in which there is a slight mixture of caricature; and we are not aware that the best histories are not those in which a little of the exaggeration of fictitious narrative is judiciously employed. Something is lost in accuracy; but much is gained in effect. The fainter lines are neglected; but the great characteristic features are imprinted on the mind forever.—Macaulay.

Those who delight in the study of human nature may improve in the knowledge of it, and in the profitable application of that knowledge, by the perusal of such fictions as those before us [Jane Austen's Novels].—Archbishop Whately.

Firmness.—The greatest firmness is the greatest mercy.—Longfellow.

Stand firm and immovable as an anvil when it is beaten upon.—St. Ignatius.

Flattery.—The art of flatterers is to take advantage of the foibles of the great, to foster their errors, and never to give advice which may annoy.—Moliere.

He does me double wrong that wounds me with the flatteries of his tongue.—Shakespeare.

Flattery is often a traffic of mutual meanness, where, although both parties intend deception, neither are deceived, since words that cost little are exchanged for hopes that cost less.—Colton.

The most dangerous of all flattery is the inferiority of those about us.—Madame Swetchine.

Though flattery blossoms like friendship, yet there is a great difference in the fruit.—Socrates.

The coin that is most current among mankind is flattery; the only benefit of which is that by hearing what we are not we may be instructed what we ought to be.—Swift.

Blinded as they are to their true character by self-love, every man is his own first and chiefest flatterer, prepared, therefore, to welcome the flatterer from the outside, who only comes confirming the verdict of the flatterer within.—Plutarch.

Flattery is an ensnaring quality, and leaves a very dangerous impression. It swells a man's imagination, entertains his fancy, and drives him to a doting upon his own person.—Jeremy Collier.

Because all men are apt to flatter themselves, to entertain the addition of other men's praises is most perilous.—Sir W. Raleigh.

Out of the pulpit, I trust none can accuse me of too much plainness of speech; but there, madame [Queen Mary], I am not my own master, but must speak that which I am commanded by the King of kings, and dare not, on my soul, flatter any one on the face of all the earth—John Knox.

Flowers.—Luther always kept a flower in a glass on his writing-table; and when he was waging his great public controversy with Eckius he kept a flower in his hand. Lord Bacon has a beautiful passage about flowers. As to Shakspeare, he is a perfect Alpine valley,—he is full of flowers; they spring, and blossom, and wave in every cleft of his mind. Even Milton, cold, serene, and stately as he is, breaks forth into exquisite gushes of tenderness and fancy when he marshals the flowers.—Mrs. Stowe.

Flowers, leaves, fruit, are the air-woven children of light.—Moleschott.

Ye pretty daughters of the Earth and Sun.—Sir Walter Raleigh.

I always think the flowers can see us and know what we are thinking about.—George Eliot.

What a desolate place would be a world without a flower! It would be a face without a smile,—a feast without a welcome! Are not flowers the stars of the earth? and are not our stars the flowers of heaven?—Mrs. Balfour.

What a pity flowers can utter no sound! A singing rose, a whispering violet, a murmuring honeysuckle,—oh, what a rare and exquisite miracle would these be!—Beecher.

The bright mosaic, that with storied beauty, the floor of nature's temple tessellate.—Horace Smith.

Fools.—You pity a man who is lame or blind, but you never pity him for being a fool, which is often a much greater misfortune.—Sydney Smith.

A learned fool is more foolish than an ignorant fool.—Moliere.

Of all thieves fools are the worst; they rob you of time and temper.—Goethe.

Fortune makes folly her peculiar care.—Churchill.

It would be easier to endow a fool with intellect than to persuade him that he had none.—Babinet.

There are many more fools in the world than there are knaves, otherwise the knaves could not exist.—Bulwer-Lytton.

There are more fools than sages, and among sages there is more folly than wisdom.—Chamfort.

Foppery.—Foppery is never cured; it is the bad stamina of the mind, which, like those of the body, are never rectified; once a coxcomb and always a coxcomb.—Johnson.

Foppery is the egotism of clothes.—Victor Hugo.

Nature has sometimes made a fool; but a coxcomb is always of a man's own making.—Addison.

Forbearance.—The little I have seen of the world teaches me to look upon the errors of others in sorrow, not in anger. When I take the history of one poor heart that has sinned and suffered, and represent to myself the struggles and temptations it has passed through, the brief pulsations of joy, the feverish inquietude of hope and fear, the pressure of want, the desertion of friends, I would fain leave the erring soul of my fellow-man with Him from whose hand it came.—Longfellow.

Forethought.—Human foresight often leaves its proudest possessor only a choice of evils.—Colton.

Whoever fails to turn aside the ills of life by prudent forethought, must submit to fulfill the course of destiny.—Schiller.

In life, as in chess, forethought wins.—Charles Buxton.

If a man take no thought about what is distant, he will find sorrow near at hand.—Confucius.

Those old stories of visions and dreams guiding men have their truth: we are saved by making the future present to ourselves.—George Eliot.

Forgetfulness.—There is nothing, no, nothing, innocent or good that dies and is forgotten: let us hold to that faith or none. An infant, a prattling child, dying in the cradle, will live again in the better thoughts of those that loved it, and play its part through them in the redeeming actions of the world, though its body be burnt to ashes, or drowned in the deep sea. Forgotten! Oh, if the deeds of human creatures could be traced to their source, how beautiful would even death appear! for how much charity, mercy, and purified affection would be seen to have their growth in dusty graves!—Dickens.

Forgiveness.—It is more easy to forgive the weak who have injured us, than the powerful whom we have injured. That conduct will be continued by our fears which commenced in our resentment. He that has gone so far as to cut the claws of the lion will not feel himself quite secure until he has also drawn his teeth.—Colton.

They never pardon who commit the wrong.—Dryden.

May I tell you why it seems to me a good thing for us to remember wrong that has been done us? That we may forgive it.—Dickens.

'Tis easier for the generous to forgive than for offense to ask it.—Thomson.

Life, that ever needs forgiveness, has, for its first duty, to forgive.—Bulwer-Lytton.

It is easy enough to forgive your enemies, if you have not the means to harm them.—Heinrich Heine.

More bounteous run rivers when the ice that locked their flow melts into their waters. And when fine natures relent, their kindness is swelled by the thaw.—Bulwer-Lytton.

Fortitude.—White men should exhibit the same insensibility to moral tortures that red men do to physical torments.—Theophile Gautier.

There is a strength of quiet endurance as significant of courage as the most daring feats of prowess.—Tuckerman.

Fortitude is the guard and support of the other virtues.—Locke.

Fortune.—Fortune loves only the young.—Charles V.

Ill fortune never crushed that man whom good fortune deceived not.—Ben Jonson.

It is often the easiest move that completes the game. Fortune is like the lady whom a lover carried off from all his rivals by putting an additional lace upon his liveries.—Bulwer-Lytton.

The use we make of our fortune determines its sufficiency. A little is enough if used wisely, and too much if expended foolishly.—Bovee.

The fortunate circumstances of our lives are generally found at last to be of our own producing.—Goldsmith.

Fortune has been considered the guardian divinity of fools; and, on this score, she has been accused of blindness; but it should rather be adduced as a proof of her sagacity, when she helps those who certainly cannot help themselves.—Colton.

Fortunes made in no time are like shirts made in no time; it's ten to one if they hang long together.—Douglas Jerrold.

There is some help for all the defects of fortune; for if a man cannot attain to the length of his wishes, he may have his remedy by cutting of them shorter.—Cowley.

Fortune, to show us her power in all things, and to abate our presumption, seeing she could not make fools wise, she has made them fortunate.—Montaigne.

See'st thou not what various fortunes the Divinity makes man to pass through, changing and turning them from day to day?—Euripides.

Fortune is but a synonymous word for nature and necessity.—Bentley.

Foolish I deem him who, thinking that his state is blest, rejoices in security; for Fortune, like a man distempered in his senses, leaps now this way, now that, and no man is always fortunate.—Euripides.

They say Fortune is a woman and capricious. But sometimes she is a good woman, and gives to those who merit.—George Eliot.

If Fortune has fairly sat on a man, he takes it for granted that life consists in being sat upon. But to be coddled on Fortune's knee, and then have his ears boxed, that is aggravating.—Charles Buxton.

Fraud.—The more gross the fraud the more glibly will it go down, and the more greedily will it be swallowed; since folly will always find faith wherever impostors will find impudence.—Colton.

Friendship.—Friendship has steps which lead up to the throne of God, though all spirits come to the Infinite; only Love is satiable, and like Truth, admits of no three degrees of comparison; and a simple being fills the heart.—Richter.

Very pleasant hast thou been unto me: thy love to me was wonderful, passing the love of women.—Bible.

Fix yourself upon the wealthy. In a word, take this for a golden rule through life: Never, never have a friend that is poorer than yourself.—Douglas Jerrold.

Experience has taught me that the only friends we can call our own, who can have no change, are those over whom the grave has closed; the seal of death is the only seal of friendship.—Byron.

What is commonly called friendship even is only a little more honor among rogues.—Thoreau.

So great a happiness do I esteem it to be loved, that I fancy every blessing both from gods and men ready to descend spontaneously upon him who is loved.—Xenophon.

Nothing makes the earth seem so spacious as to have friends at a distance; they make the latitudes and longitudes.—Thoreau.

The friendship between great men is rarely intimate or permanent. It is a Boswell that most appreciates a Johnson. Genius has no brother, no co-mate; the love it inspires is that of a pupil or a son.—Bulwer-Lytton.

The firmest friendships have been formed in mutual adversity; as iron is most strongly united by the fiercest flame.—Colton.

Never contract a friendship with a man that is not better than thyself.—Confucius.

There are three friendships which are advantageous, and three which are injurious. Friendship with the upright, friendship with the sincere, and friendship with the man of much information,—these are advantageous. Friendship with the man of specious airs, friendship with the insinuatingly soft, friendship with the glib-tongued,—these are injurious.—Confucius.

Friendship survives death better than absence.—J. Petit Senn.

This communicating of a man's self to his friend works two contrary effects, for it redoubleth joys and cutteth griefs in half: for there is no man that imparteth his joys to his friend, but he joyeth the more; and no man that imparteth his griefs to his friend, but he grieveth the less.—Bacon.

Sweet is the memory of distant friends! Like the mellow rays of the declining sun, it falls tenderly, yet sadly, on the heart.—Washington Irving.

It may be worth noticing as a curious circumstance, when persons past forty before they were at all acquainted form together a very close intimacy of friendship. For grafts of old wood to take, there must be a wonderful congeniality between the trees.—Whately.

An old friend is not always the person whom it is easiest to make a confidant of.—George Eliot.

Fun.—There is nothing like fun, is there? I haven't any myself, and I do like it in others. Oh, we need it,—we need all the counter-weights we can muster to balance the sad relations of life. God has made sunny spots in the heart; why should we exclude the light from them?—Haliburton.

Futurity.—The best preparation for the future is the present well seen to, the last duty done.—George MacDonald.

We always live prospectively, never retrospectively, and there is no abiding moment.—Jacobi.

Another life, if it were not better than this, would be less a promise than a threat.—J. Petit Senn.

The spirit of man, which God inspired, cannot together perish with this corporeal clod.—Milton.

G.

Gambling.—Gaming is a kind of tacit confession that the company engaged therein do, in general, exceed the bounds of their respective fortunes, and therefore they cast lots to determine upon whom the ruin shall at present fall, that the rest may be saved a little longer.—Blackstone.

A mode of transferring property without producing any intermediate good.—Johnson.

Gems.—How very beautiful these gems are! It is strange how deeply colors seem to penetrate one, like scent. I suppose that is the reason why gems are used as spiritual emblems in the Revelation of St. John. They look like fragments of heaven.—George Eliot.

Generosity.—A friend to everybody is often a friend to nobody, or else in his simplicity he robs his family to help strangers, and becomes brother to a beggar. There is wisdom in generosity as in everything else.—Spurgeon.

Generosity is the accompaniment of high birth; pity and gratitude are its attendants.—Corneille.

It is good to be unselfish and generous; but don't carry that too far. It will not do to give yourself to be melted down for the benefit of the tallow-trade; you must know where to find yourself.—George Eliot.

If cruelty has its expiations and its remorses, generosity has its chances and its turns of good fortune; as if Providence reserved them for fitting occasions, that noble hearts may not be discouraged.—Lamartine.

Genius.—Genius is rarely found without some mixture of eccentricity, as the strength of spirit is proved by the bubbles on its surface.—Mrs. Balfour.

All great men are in some degree inspired.—Cicero.

This is the highest miracle of genius: that things which are not should be as though they were; that the imaginations of one mind should become the personal recollections of another.—Macaulay.

The path of genius is not less obstructed with disappointment than that of ambition.—Voltaire.

One misfortune of extraordinary geniuses is that their very friends are more apt to admire than love them.—Pope.

Genius speaks only to genius.—Stanislaus.

A nation does wisely, if not well, in starving her men of genius. Fatten them, and they are done for.—Charles Buxton.

Genius has no brother.—Bulwer-Lytton.

Genius never grows old; young to-day, mature yesterday, vigorous to-morrow: always immortal. It is peculiar to no sex or condition, and is the divine gift to woman no less than to man.—Juan Lewis.

Gentleman.—A gentleman's first characteristic is that fineness of structure in the body which renders it capable of the most delicate sensation; and of structure in the mind which renders it capable of the most delicate sympathies; one may say, simply, "fineness of nature." This is of course compatible with heroic bodily strength and mental firmness; in fact, heroic strength is not conceivable without such delicacy.—Ruskin.

It is a grand old name, that of gentleman, and has been recognized as a rank and power in all stages of society. To possess this character is a dignity of itself, commanding the instinctive homage of every generous mind, and those who will not bow to titular rank will yet do homage to the gentleman. His qualities depend not upon fashion or manners, but upon moral worth; not on personal possessions, but on personal qualities. The Psalmist briefly describes him as one "that walketh uprightly, and worketh righteousness, and speaketh the truth in his heart."—Samuel Smiles.

There is no man that can teach us to be gentlemen better than Joseph Addison.—Thackeray.

Gentleness.—Fearless gentleness is the most beautiful of feminine attractions, born of modesty and love.—Mrs. Balfour.

Gentleness is far more successful in all its enterprises than violence; indeed, violence generally frustrates its own purpose, while gentleness scarcely ever fails.—Locke.

Sweet speaking oft a currish heart reclaims.—Sidney.

The golden beams of truth and the silken cords of love, twisted together, will draw men on with a sweet violence, whether they will or not.—Cudworth.

Gifts.—One must be poor to know the luxury of giving!—George Eliot.

Riches, understanding, beauty, are fair gifts of God.—Luther.

And with them words of so sweet breath composed as made the things more rich.—Shakespeare.

How can that gift leave a trace which has left no void?—Madame Swetchine.

The best thing to give to your enemy is forgiveness; to an opponent, tolerance; to a friend, your heart; to your child, a good example; to a father, deference; to your mother, conduct that will make her proud of you; to yourself, respect; to all men, charity.—Mrs. Balfour.

Examples are few of men ruined by giving. Men are heroes in spending, very cravens in what they give.—Bovee.

When a friend asks, there is no to-morrow.—George Herbert.

Strange designs lurk under a gift. "Give the horse to his Holiness," said the cardinal. "I cannot serve you!"—Zimmermann.

Glory.—To a father who loves his children victory has no charms. When the heart speaks, glory itself is an illusion.—Napoleon.

Those who start for human glory, like the mettled hounds of Actaeon, must pursue the game not only where there is a path, but where there is none. They must be able to simulate and dissimulate, to leap and to creep; to conquer the earth like Caesar, or to fall down and kiss it like Brutus; to throw their sword like Brennus into the trembling scale; or, like Nelson, to snatch the laurels from the doubtful hand of Victory, while she is hesitating where to bestow them.—Colton.

Obloquy is a necessary ingredient in the composition of all true glory.—Burke.

The best kind of glory is that which is reflected from honesty,—such as was the glory of Cato and Aristides; but it was harmful to them both, and is seldom beneficial to any man whilst he lives; what it is to him after his death I cannot say, because I love not philosophy merely notional and conjectural, and no man who has made the experiment has been so kind as to come back to inform us.—Cowley.

Nothing is so expensive as glory.—Sydney Smith.

The love of glory can only create a hero, the contempt of it creates a wise man.—Talleyrand.

Gluttony.—Whose god is their belly, and whose glory is in their shame.—Bible.

The kitchen is their shrine, the cook their priest, the table their altar, and their belly their god.—Buck.

God.—He that doth the ravens feed, yea, providentially caters for the sparrow, be comfort to my age!—Shakespeare.

To escape from evil, we must be made as far as possible like God; and this resemblance consists in becoming just and holy and wise.—Plato.

Whenever I think of God I can only conceive him as a Being infinitely great and infinitely good. This last quality of the divine nature inspires me with such confidence and joy that I could have written even a miserere in tempo allegro.—Haydn.

All flows out from the Deity, and all must be absorbed in him again.—Zoroaster.

It were better to have no opinion of God at all than such an opinion as is unworthy of him; for the one is unbelief, and the other is contumely; and certainly superstition is the reproach of the Deity.—Bacon.

I have seen two miracles lately. I looked up, and saw the clouds above me in the noontide; and they looked like the sea that was hanging over me, and I could see no cord on which they were suspended, and yet they never fell. And then when the noontide had gone, and the midnight came, I looked again, and there was the dome of heaven, and it was spangled with stars, and I could see no pillars that held up the skies, and yet they never fell. Now He that holds the stars up and moves the clouds in their course can do all things, and I trust Him in the sight of these miracles.—Luther.

This avenging God, rancorous torturer who burns his creatures in a slow fire! When they tell me that God made himself a man, I prefer to recognize a man who made himself a god.—Alfred de Musset.

This is one of the names which we give to that eternal, infinite, and incomprehensible being, the Creator of all things, who preserves and governs everything by his almighty power and wisdom, and is the only object of our worship.—Cruden.

Gold.—Midas longed for gold. He got gold so that whatever he touched became gold, and he, with his long ears, was little the better for it.—Carlyle.

A mask of gold hides all deformities.—Dekker.

There are two metals, one of which is omnipotent in the cabinet, and the other in the camp,—gold and iron. He that knows how to apply them both may indeed attain the highest station, but he must know something more to keep it.—Colton.

Thou true magnetic pole, to which all hearts point duly north, like trembling needles!—Byron.

Judges and senates have been bought for gold.—Pope.

Gold is, in its last analysis, the sweat of the poor, and the blood of the brave.—Joseph Napoleon.

Gold all is not that doth golden seem.—Spenser.

There is no place so high that an ass laden with gold cannot reach it.—Rojas.

Good.—When what is good comes of age and is likely to live, there is reason for rejoicing.—George Eliot.

How indestructibly the good grows, and propagates itself, even among the weedy entanglements of evil!—Carlyle.

Good, the more communicated, more abundant grows.—Milton.

Whatever mitigates the woes or increases the happiness of others is a just criterion of goodness; and whatever injures society at large, or any individual in it, is a criterion of iniquity. One should not quarrel with a dog without a reason sufficient to vindicate one through all the courts of morality.—Goldsmith.

The true and good resemble gold. Gold seldom appears obvious and solid, but it pervades invisibly the bodies that contain it.—Jacobi.

He is good that does good to others. If he suffers for the good he does, he is better still; and if he suffers from them to whom he did good, he is arrived to that height of goodness that nothing but an increase of his sufferings can add to it; if it proves his death, his virtue is at its summit,—it is heroism complete.—Bruyere.

That is good which doth good.—Venning.

The Pythagoreans make good to be certain and finite, and evil infinite and uncertain. There are a thousand ways to miss the white; there is only one to hit it.—Montaigne.

Good-humor.—Honest good-humor is the oil and wine of a merry meeting, and there is no jovial companionship equal to that where the jokes are rather small and the laughter abundant.—Washington Irving.

Affability, mildness, tenderness, and a word which I would fain bring back to its original signification of virtue,—I mean good-nature,—are of daily use: they are the bread of mankind and staff of life.—Dryden.

This portable quality of good-humor seasons all the parts and occurrences we meet with, in such a manner that there are no moments lost, but they all pass with so much satisfaction that the heaviest of loads (when it is a load), that of time, is never felt by us.—Steele.

Gayety is to good-humor as perfumes to vegetable fragrance: the one overpowers weak spirits, the other recreates and revives them.—Johnson.

That inexhaustible good-nature, which is the most precious gift of Heaven, spreading itself like oil over the troubled sea of thought, and keeping the mind smooth and equable in the roughest weather.—Washington Irving.

Goodness.—Nothing rarer than real goodness.—Rochefoucauld.

True goodness is like the glow-worm in this, that it shines most when no eyes except those of Heaven are upon it.—Archdeacon Hare.

Do good by stealth, and blush to find it fame.—Pope.

Goodness thinks no ill where no ill seems.—Milton.

Gossip.—A long-tongued babbling gossip.—Shakespeare.

He sits at home until he has accumulated an insupportable load of ennui, and then he sallies forth to distribute it amongst his acquaintance.—Colton.

As to people saying a few idle words about us, we must not mind that, any more than the old church-steeple minds the rooks cawing about it.—George Eliot.

Government.—The proper function of a government is to make it easy for people to do good and difficult for them to do evil.—Gladstone.

Society cannot exist unless a controlling power upon will and appetite be placed somewhere; and the less of it there is within, the more there must be without. It is ordained in the eternal constitution of things that men of intemperate minds cannot be free. Their passions forge their fetters.—Burke.

Government is a contrivance of human wisdom to provide for human wants.—Burke.

Government owes its birth to the necessity of preventing and repressing the injuries which the associated individuals had to fear from one another. It is the sentinel who watches, in order that the common laborer be not disturbed.—Abbe Raynal.

But I say to you, and to our whole country, and to all the crowned heads and aristocratic powers and feudal systems that exist, that it is to self-government, the great principle of popular representation and administration, the system that lets in all to participate in the counsels that are to assign the good or evil to all, that we may owe what we are and what we hope to be.—Daniel Webster.

The culminating point of administration is to know well how much power, great or small, we ought to use in all circumstances.—Montesquieu.

Of governments, that of the mob is the most sanguinary, that of soldiers the most expensive, and that of civilians the most vexatious.—Colton.

Government, like dress, is the badge of lost innocence; the palaces of kings are built on the ruins of the bowers of paradise. For were the impulses of conscience clear, uniform, and irresistibly obeyed, man would need no other lawgiver; but that not being the case, he finds it necessary to surrender up a part of his property to furnish means for the protection of the rest, and this he is induced to do by the same prudence which in every other case advises him out of two evils to choose the least.—Thomas Paine.

Grace.—As amber attracts a straw, so does beauty admiration, which only lasts while the warmth continues; but virtue, wisdom, goodness, and real worth, like the loadstone, never lose their power. These are the true graces, which, as Homer feigns, are linked and tied hand in hand, because it is by their influence that human hearts are so firmly united to each other.—Burton.

The king-becoming graces—devotion, patience, courage, fortitude.—Shakespeare.

Know you not, master, to some kind of men their graces serve them but as enemies? No more do yours; your virtues, gentle master, are sanctified and holy traitors to you. Oh, what a world is this, when what is comely envenoms him that bears it!—Shakespeare.

How inimitably graceful children are before they learn to dance!—Coleridge.

That word, grace, in an ungracious mouth, is but profane.—Shakespeare.

Grace comes as oft clad in the dusky robe of desolation as in white attire.—Sir J. Beaumont.

Gratitude.—Gratitude is a fruit of great cultivation; you do not find it among gross people.—Johnson.

God is pleased with no music below so much as the thanksgiving songs of relieved widows and supported orphans; of rejoicing, comforted, and thankful persons.—Jeremy Taylor.

No metaphysician ever felt the deficiency of language so much as the grateful.—Colton.

Thus love is the most easy and agreeable, and gratitude the most humiliating, affection of the mind: we never reflect on the man we love without exulting in our choice, while he who has bound us to him by benefits alone rises to our ideas as a person to whom we have in some measure forfeited our freedom.—Goldsmith.

Gratitude is the virtue most deified and most deserted. It is the ornament of rhetoric and the libel of practical life.—J. W. Forney.

Grave.—Since the silent shore awaits at last even those who longest miss the old Archer's arrow, perhaps the early grave which men weep over may be meant to save.—Byron.

The grave is, I suspect, the sole commonwealth which attains that dead flat of social equality that life in its every principle so heartily abhors; and that equality the grave will perpetuate to the end of time.—Bulwer-Lytton.

The reconciling grave.—Southern.

The grave where even the great find rest.—Pope.

Oh, how small a portion of earth will hold us when we are dead, who ambitiously seek after the whole world while we are living!—Philip, King of Macedon.

The cradle of transformation.—Mazzini.

The graves of those we have loved and lost distress and console us.—Arsene Houssaye.

Gravity.—The very essence of gravity is design, and consequently deceit; a taught trick to gain credit with the world for more sense and knowledge than a man is worth.—Sterne.

Gravity is but the rind of wisdom; but it is a preservative rind.—Joubert.

Gravity must be natural and simple. There must be urbanity and tenderness in it. A man must not formalize on everything. He who formalizes on everything is a fool, and a grave fool is perhaps more injurious than a light fool.—Cecil.

Greatness.—There is but one method, and that is hard labor; and a man who will not pay that price for greatness had better at once dedicate himself to the pursuit of the fox, or sport with the tangles of Neaera's hair, or talk of bullocks, and glory in the goad!—Sidney Smith.

A really great man is known by three signs,—generosity in the design, humanity in the execution, and moderation in success.—Bismarck.

The great men of the earth are but the marking stones on the road of humanity; they are the priests of its religion.—Mazzini.

A multitude of eyes will narrowly inspect every part of an eminent man, consider him nicely in all views, and not be a little pleased when they have taken him in the worst and most disadvantageous lights.—Addison.

What you can manufacture, or communicate, you can lower the price of, but this mental supremacy is incommunicable; you will never multiply its quantity, nor lower its price; and nearly the best thing that men can generally do is—to set themselves, not to the attainment, but the discovery of this; learning to know gold, when we see it, from iron-glance, and diamond from flint-sand, being for most of us a more profitable employment than trying to make diamonds out of our own charcoal.—Ruskin.

Men in great place are thrice servants: servants of the sovereign or state, servants of fame, and servants of business; so as they have no freedom, neither in their persons, nor in their actions, nor in their times. It is a strange desire to seek power over others, and to lose power over a man's self.—Bacon.

The difference between one man and another is by no means so great as the superstitious crowd supposes. But the same feelings which in ancient Rome produced the apotheosis of a popular emperor, and in modern times the canonization of a devout prelate, lead men to cherish an illusion which furnishes them with something to adore.—Macaulay.

Great men never make a bad use of their superiority; they see it, they feel it, and are not less modest. The more they have, the more they know their own deficiencies.—Rousseau.

He who is great when he falls is great in his prostration, and is no more an object of contempt than when men tread on the ruins of sacred buildings, which men of piety venerate no less than if they stood.—Seneca.

Greatness lies not in being strong, but in the right using of strength.—Beecher.

Greatness seems in her [Madame de Maintenon] to take its noblest form, that of simplicity.—Bulwer-Lytton.

Grief.—Why destroy present happiness by a distant misery, which may never come at all, or you may never live to see it? for every substantial grief has twenty shadows, and most of them shadows of your own making.—Sydney Smith.

Some griefs are medicinable; and this is one.—Shakespeare.

While grief is fresh, every attempt to divert only irritates. You must wait till grief be digested. And then amusement will dissipate the remains of it.—Johnson.

Grief hallows hearts, even while it ages heads.—P. J. Bailey.

All the joys of earth will not assuage our thirst for happiness, while a single grief suffices to shroud life in a sombre veil, and smite it with nothingness at all points.—Madame Swetchine.

Grief has been compared to a hydra, for every one that dies two are born.—Calderon.

Grief, like night, is salutary. It cools down the soul by putting out its feverish fires; and if it oppresses her, it also compresses her energies. The load once gone, she will go forth with greater buoyancy to new pleasures.—Dr. Pulsford.

What's gone, and what's past help, should be past grief.—Shakespeare.

Guilt.—All the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little hand.—Shakespeare.

Think not that guilt requires the burning torches of the Furies to agitate and torment it. Frauds, crimes, remembrances of the past, terrors of the future,—these are the domestic Furies that are ever present to the mind of the impious.—Cicero.

Guiltiness will speak though tongues were out of use.—Shakespeare.

Despair alone makes guilty men be bold.—Coleridge.

The sin lessens in human estimation only as the guilt increases.—Schiller.

There are no greater prudes than those women who have some secret to hide.—George Sand.

Gunpowder.—If we contrast the rapid progress of this mischievous discovery with the slow and laborious advances of reason, science, and the arts of peace, a philosopher, according to his temper, will laugh or weep at the folly of mankind.—Gibbon.

A coarse-grained powder, used by cross-grained people, playing at cross-grained purposes.—Marryatt.

Gunpowder is the emblem of politic revenge, for it biteth first, and barketh afterwards; the bullet being at the mark before the report is heard, so that it maketh a noise, not by way of warning, but of triumph.—Fuller.

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Habits.—Habits are soon assumed; but when we strive to strip them off, 'tis being flayed alive.—Cowper.

Vicious habits are so odious and degrading that they transform the individual who practices them into an incarnate demon.—Cicero.

Unless the habit leads to happiness, the best habit is to contract none.—Zimmerman.

The law of the harvest is to reap more than you sow. Sow an act and you reap a habit; sow a habit and you reap a character; sow a character and you reap a destiny.—George D. Boardman.

Habit, if wisely and skillfully formed, becomes truly a second nature, as the common saying is; but unskillfully and unmethodically directed, it will be as it were the ape of nature, which imitates nothing to the life, but only clumsily and awkwardly.—Bacon.

That beneficent harness of routine which enables silly men to live respectably and unhappy men to live calmly.—George Eliot.

Habits are the daughters of action, but they nurse their mothers, and give birth to daughters after her image, more lovely and prosperous.—Jeremy Taylor.

Hair.—The hair is the finest ornament women have. Of old, virgins used to wear it loose, except when they were in mourning.—Luther.

Her head was bare, but for her native ornament of hair, which in a simple knot was tied above; sweet negligence, unheeded bait of love!—Dryden.

The robe which curious nature weaves to hang upon the head.—Dekker.

Robed in the long night of her deep hair.—Tennyson.

Hand.—Other parts of the body assist the speaker, but these speak themselves. By them we ask, we promise, we invoke, we dismiss, we threaten, we entreat, we deprecate; we express fear, joy, grief, our doubts, our assent, our penitence; we show moderation, profusion; we mark number and time.—Quintilian.

The Greeks adored their gods by the simple compliment of kissing their hands; and the Romans were treated as atheists if they would not perform the same act when they entered a temple. This custom, however, as a religious ceremony, declined with Paganism; but was continued as a salutation by inferiors to their superiors, or as a token of esteem among friends. At present it is only practiced as a mark of obedience from the subject to the sovereign, and by lovers, who are solicitous to preserve this ancient usage in its full power.—Disraeli.

Handsome.—They are as heaven made them, handsome enough if they be good enough; for handsome is that handsome does.—Goldsmith.

Happiness.—The foundation of domestic happiness is faith in the virtue of woman; the foundation of political happiness is confidence in the integrity of man; the foundation of all happiness, temporal and eternal, is reliance on the goodness of God.—Landor.

To remember happiness which cannot be restored is pain, but of a softened kind. Our recollections are unfortunately mingled with much that we deplore, and with many actions that we bitterly repent; still, in the most checkered life, I firmly think there are so many little rays of sunshine to look back upon that I do not believe any mortal would deliberately drain a goblet of the waters of Lethe if he had it in his power.—Dickens.

That man is never happy for the present is so true that all his relief from unhappiness is only forgetting himself for a little while. Life is a progress from want to want, not from enjoyment to enjoyment.—Johnson.

It is a lucky eel that escapes skinning. The best happiness will be to escape the worst misery.—George Eliot.

That all who are happy are equally happy is not true. A peasant and a philosopher may be equally satisfied, but not equally happy. Happiness consists in the multiplicity of agreeable consciousness. A peasant has not capacity for having equal happiness with a philosopher.—Johnson.

Happiness doats on her work, and is prodigal to her favorite. As one drop of water hath an attraction for another, so do felicities run into felicities.—Landor.