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To those who know thee not, no words can paint! And those who know thee, know all words are faint!
Sweet is the breath of praise when given by those whose own high merit claims the praise they give.
Affliction is the school in which great virtues are acquired, in which great characters are formed.
Indeed, I have, alas! outlived almost every one of my contemporaries. One pays dear for living long.
we live in an age which must be amused, though genius, feeling, trust, and principle be the sacrifice.
Life though a short, is a working day. Activity may lead to evil; but inactivity cannot be led to good.
Youth has a quickness of apprehension, which it is very apt to mistake for an acuteness of penetration.
Imagination frames events unknown, In wild, fantastic shapes of hideous ruin, And what it fears creates.
Pleasure is by much the most laborious trade I know, especially for those who have not a vocation to it.
Anger is a violent act, envy a constant habit - no one can be always angry, but he may be always envious.
If I wanted to punish an enemy, it should be by fastening on him the trouble of constantly hating somebody.
Commending a right thing is a cheap substitute for doing it, with which we are too apt to satisfy ourselves.
Where evil may be done, it is right to ponder; where only suffered, know the shortest pause is much too long.
No adulation; 'tis the death of virtue; Who flatters, is of all mankind the lowest Save he who courts the flattery.
If we commit any crime, or do any good here, it must be in thought; for our words are few and our deeds none at all.
When thou hast truly thanked the Lord for every blessing sent, But little time will then remain for murmur or lament.
Resentment is an evil so costly to our peace that we should find it more cheap to forgive even were it no more right.
Idleness among children, as among men, is the root of all evil, and leads to no other evil more certain than ill temper.
eternity is a depth which no geometry can measure, no arithmetic calculate, no imagination conceive, no rhetoric describe.
Forgiveness is the economy of the heart... forgiveness saves the expense of anger, the cost of hatred, the waste of spirits.
the uncandid censurer always picks out the worst man of a class, and then confidently produces him as being a fair specimen of it.
Pride never sleeps. The principle at least is always awake. An intemperate man is sometimes sober, but a proud man is never humble.
Love never reasons, but profusely gives, Gives, like a thoughtless prodigal, its all, And trembles then, lest it has done too little.
Love never reasons, but profusely gives; it gives like a thoughtless prodigal its all, and then trembles least it has done to little.
There is scarcely any fault in another which offends us more than vanity, though perhaps there is none that really injures us so little.
Perfect purity, fullness of joy, everlasting freedom, perfect rest, health and fruition, complete security, substantial and eternal good.
To hint at a fault does more mischief than speaking out; for whatever is left for the imagination to finish will not fail to be overdone.
It is a sober truth that people who live only to amuse themselves work harder at the task than most people do in earning their daily bread.
It is not so important to know everything as to know the exact value of everything, to appreciate what we learn and to arrange what we know.
Affliction is a sort of moral gymnasium in which the disciples of Christ are trained to robust exercise, hardy exertion, and severe conflict.
Glory darts her soul-pervading ray on thrones and cottages, regardless still of all the artificial nice distinctions vain human customs make.
I am persuaded that there is no affection of the human heart more exquisitely pure, than that which is felt by a grateful son towards a mother.
The keen spirit Seizes the prompt occasion, makes the thought Start into instant action, and at once Plans and performs, resolves and executes!
The wretch who digs the mine for bread, or ploughs, that others may be fed, feels less fatigued than that decreed to him who cannot think or read.
That silence is one of the great arts of conversation is allowed by Cicero himself, who says, there is not only an art, but even an eloquence in it
Prayer is not eloquence, but earnestness; not the definition of helplessness, but the feeling of it; not figures of speech, but earnestness of soul.
he who finds he has wasted a shilling may by diligence hope to fetch it up again; but no repentance or industry can ever bring back one wasted hour.
Proportion and propriety are among the best secrets of domestic wisdom; and there is no surer test of integrity than a well-proportioned expenditure.
A crown! what is it? It is to bear the miseries of a people! To hear their murmurs, feel their discontents, And sink beneath a load of splendid care!
Oh! the joy Of young ideas painted on the mind, In the warm glowing colors fancy spreads On objects not yet known, when all is new, And all is lovely.
It is an excellent sign, that after the cares and labors of the day, you can return to your pious exercises and meditations with undiminished attention.
Long habit so reconciles us to almost any thing, that the grossest improprieties cease to strike us when they once make a part of the common course of action.
Who are those ever multiplying authors that with unparalleled fecundity are overstocking the world with their quick succeeding progeny? They are novel-writers.
There is one single fact that one may oppose to all the wit and argument of infidelity; namely, that no man ever repented of being a Christian on his death-bed.
Our infinite obligations to God do not fill our hearts half as much as a petty uneasiness of our own; nor His infinite perfections as much as our smallest wants.
The secret heart is fair devotion's temple; there the saint, even on that living altar, lights the flame of purest sacrifice, which burns unseen, not unaccepted.
Repentance is not completed by a single act, it must be incorporated into our mind, till it become a fixed state, arising from a continual sense of our need of it.
O jealousy, Thou ugliest fiend of hell! thy deadly venom Preys on my vitals, turns the healthful hue Of my flesh check to haggard sallowness, And drinks my spirit up!
We have employments assigned to us for every circumstance in life. When we are alone, we have our thoughts to watch; in the family, our tempers; and in company, our tongues.
Genius without religion is only a lamp on the outer gate of a palace; it may serve to cast a gleam of light on those that are without, while the inhabitant sits in darkness.