Naples sitteth by the sea, keystone of an arch of azure.— Martin Farquhar Tupper
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Well-timed silence hath more eloquence than speech.
Let the misanthrope shun men and abjure; the most are rather lovable than hateful.
A babe in the house is a well-spring of pleasure, a messenger of peace and love, a resting place for innocence on earth, a link between angels and men.
Ridicule is a weak weapon when pointed at a strong mind;
but common people are cowards and dread an empty laugh.
Search out the wisdom of nature, there is depth in all her doings;
she seemeth prodigal of power, yet her rules are the maxims of frugality.
To despond is to lie ungrateful beforehand.
Be not looking for evil. Often thou drainest the gall of fear while evil is passing by thy dwelling.
Confidence is conqueror of men; victorious both over them and in them; The iron will of one stout heart shall make a thousand quail; A feeble dwarf, dauntlessly resolved, will turn the tide of battle, And rally to a nobler strife the giants that had fled.
He who does not tire, tires adversity.
In a dream thou mayst live a lifetime, and all be forgotten in the morning: Even such is life, and so soon perisheth its memory.
Deep is the sea, and deep is hell, but pride mineth deeper;
it is coiled as a poisonous worm about the foundations of the soul.
If the mind is wearied by study, or the body worn with sickness, It is well to lie fallow for a while, in the vacancy of sheer amusement; But when thou prosprest in health, and thine intellect can soar untired, To seek uninstructive pleasure is to slumber on the couch of indolence.
True wisdom, laboring to expound, heareth others readily;
False wisdom, sturdy to deny, closeth up her mind to argument.
He that is ambitious for his son, should give him untried names, For those have serv'd other men, haply may injure by their evils; Or otherwise may hinder by their glories; therefore set him by himself, To win for his individual name some clear praise.
A spark is a little thing, yet it may kindle the world.
God, from a beautiful necessity, is Love.
A good book is the best of friends, the same today and forever.
Men scanning the surface count the wicked happy;
they see not the frightful dreams that crowd a bad man's pillow.
Hatred is the atmosphere of hell.
A juggler's skill hath been long years alearning.
Extravagance is the rich man's pitfall.
Trifles lighter than straws are levers in the building up of character.
Anger is a noble infirmity; the generous failing of the just; the one degree that riseth above zeal, asserting the prerogative of virtue.
As frost to the bud, and blight to the blossom, even such is self-interest to friendship; for confidence cannot dwell where selfishness is porter at the gate.
Deceit and treachery skulk with hatred, but an honest spirit flieth with anger.
A man too careful of danger liveth in continual torment, But a cheerful expecter of the best hath a fountain of joy within him.
Praise a fool, and slay him; for the canvas of his vanity is spread; His bark is shallow in the water, and a sudden gust shall sink it: Praise a wise man, and speed him on his way; for he carrieth the ballast of humility, And is glad when his course is cheered by the sympathy of brethren ashore.
Clamorous pauperism feastest While honest Labor, pining, hideth his sharp ribs.
A babe in a house is a well-spring of pleasure.
Better is the wrong with sincerity, rather than the right with falsehood.
It is well to lie fallow for a while.
Error is a hardy plant; it flourishes in every soil.
A spark is a molecule of matter, yet may it kindle the world;
vast is the mighty ocean, but drops have made it vast. Despise not thou small things, either for evil or for good; for a look may work thy ruin, or a word create thy wealth.
Few and precious are the words which the lips of Wisdom utter: To what shall their rarity be likened? What prices shall count their worth? Perfect, and much to be desired, and giving joy with riches, No lovely thing on earth can picture their fair beauty. They be chance pearls, flung among the rocks by the sullen waters of Oblivion.
Life is as the current spark on the miner's wheel of flints;
While it spinneth, there is light; stop it, all is darkness.
There is a limit to enjoyment, though the sources of wealth be boundlessAnd the choicest pleasures of life lie within the ring of moderation.
Betray mean terror of ridicule, thou shalt find fools enough to mock thee;
but answer thou their language with contempt, and the scoffers will lick thy feet.
If thou art master to thyself, circumstances shall harm thee little.
Not few nor light are the burdens of life; then load it not with heaviness of spirit.
Power is seldom innocent, and envy is the yokefellow of eminence.
Yet is beauty the pleasing trickery that cheateth half the world.
Error is a hardy plant; it flourisheth in every soil; In the heart of the wise and good, alike with the wicked and foolish; For there is no error so crooked, but it hath in it some lines of truth.
Take the good with the evil, for ye all are pensioners of God, and none may choose or refuse the cup His wisdom mixeth.
To-morrow is that lamp upon the marsh, which a traveller never reacheth;
To-morrow, the rainbow's cup, coveted prize of ignorance; To-morrow, the shifting anchorage, dangerous trust of manners; To-morrow, the wrecker's beacon, wily snare of the destroyer. Reconcile conviction with delay, and To-morrow is a fatal lie; Frighten resolutions into action, To-morrow is a wholesome truth.
Love--what a volume in a word, an ocean in a tear, A seventh heaven in a glance, a whirlwind in a sigh, The lightning in a touch, a millennium in a moment, What concentrated joy or woe in blest or blighted love! For it is that native poetry springing up indigenous to Mind, The heart's own-country music thrilling all its chords, The story without an end that angels throng to hear, The word, the king of words, carved on Jehovah's heart!
Spurn not a seeming error, but dig below its surface for the truth.
Humility mainly becometh the converse of man with his Maker.
Contend not in wisdom with a fool, for thy sense maketh much of his conceit;
And some errors never would have thriven, had it not been for learned refutation.
A wise man heedeth all things, and in his own eyes is a fool.
Speech is the golden harvest that followeth the flowering of thought.