Friends are like fiddle strings; they must not be screwed too tight.— Henry George Bohn
The most surprising Henry George Bohn quotes that are proven to give you inner joy
On paper curiously shaped Scribblers to-day of every sort, In verses Valentines ycled'd To Venus chime their annual court. I too will swell the motley throng, And greet the all auspicious day, Whose privilege permits my song My love this secret to convey.
A soldier is he whose blood makes the glory of the general.
Advantage is a better soldier than rashness.
Every dog is a lion at home.
Hunger finds no fault with the cookery.
An inch in a man's nose is much.
The smile that illumines the features of beauty, When kindled by virtue, alluring appears; But smiles, tho' alluring, no magic can borrow, To vie with the softness of beauty in tears. The smiles that are sweetest are often deceiving; Too often a mask which the cold-hearted wears; But a tear is the holiest offspring of feeling, And monarchs are weak before beauty in tears.
He who knows himself best esteems himself least.
If on creation's morn the king of heaven To shrubs and flowers a sovereign lord had given, O beauteous rose, he had anointed thee Of shrubs and flowers the sovereign lord to be; The spotless emblem of unsullied truth, The smile of beauty and the glow of youth, The garden's pride, the grace of vernal bowers, The blush of meadows, and the eye of flowers.
Forgiveness is the noblest vengeance.
Business and action strengthen the brain, but too much study weakens it.
Good is good, but better carrieth it.
Nature, time and patience are three great physicians.
Two blacks make no white; two wrongs do not make a right.
He preacheth patience that never knew pain
Courage ought to have eyes as well as arms.
Use soft words in hard arguments.
If you would wish the dog to follow you, feed him
Freindships multiply joys and divide griefs
The lawyer's pouch is a mouth of hell.
A young trooper should have an old horse.
He that is master of himself will soon be master of others.
He who commences many things finishes but few.
Good luck reaches farther than long arms.
Give and spend And God will send.
He who has good health is young.
Every potter praises his own pot.
There is nothing can equal the tender hours When life is first in bloom, When the heart like a bee, in a wild of flowers, Finds everywhere perfume; When the present is all and it questions not If those flowers shall pass away, But pleased with its own delightful lot, Dreams never of decay.