Books are embalmed minds.

Tearless grief bleeds inwardly.

Winter is the night of vegetation.

Few minds wear out; more rust out.

Hope is the best part of our riches.

Bad taste is a species of bad morals.

Our first and last love is self-love.

Activity and sadness are incompatible.

Justice, not the majority, should rule.

Mortal beauty stings while it delights.

The worst deluded are the self-deluded.

Next to faith in God, is faith in labor.

Doubt whom you will, but never yourself.

Alas, the transports beauty can inspire!

A book should be luminous not voluminous.

Examples are few of men ruined by giving.

Loss of sincerity is loss of vital power.

The great artist is a slave to his ideals.

Character is very much a matter of health.

Troubles forereckoned are doubly suffered.

The heart contracts as the pocket expands.

A mother is the best friend God ever gave.

To cultivate a garden is to walk with God.

If one is not virtuous he becomes vicious.

The great obstacle to progress is prejudice

Example has far more followers than reason.

Pure motives do not insure perfect results.

As many suffer from too much as too little.

It is easier to die bravely than to live so.

The beauty seen is partly in him who sees it.

Complaint is. more contemptible than pitiful.

It is the life of democracy to favor equality.

All good writing leaves something unexpressed.

The past is the sepulchre of our dead emotions.

An illusion dissipated is an experience gained.

When all else is lost, the future still remains.

Heaven lent you a soul, Earth will lend a grave.

Earnestness is the devotion of all the faculties.

He has but one great fear that fears to do wrong.

Satire is an abuse of wit. It corrects few evils.

Courage enlarges, cowardice diminishes resources.

We make way for the man who boldly pushes past us.

Tis but a short journey across the isthmus of Now.

Enthusiasm is the inspiration of everything great.

Adhesion to one idea is monomania; to few, slavery.

Care, admitted as guest, quickly turns to be master.

Give me the character and I will forecast the event.

Many children, many cares; no children, no felicity.

The worth of a book is a matter of expressed juices.

Living with a saint is more grueling than being one.

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