WednesdayJan 22, 2025
Quotes: 53419 Authors: 9969
Secrets with girls, like loaded guns with boys, Are never valued till they make a noise.
Habit with him was all the test of truth, 'It must be right: I've done it from my youth'.
The game, he said, is never lost till won.
In idle wishes fools supinely stay; Be there a will and wisdom finds the way.
Deceivers are the most dangerous members of society. They trifle with the best parts of our nature, and violate the most sacred obligations.
A great lie is like a great fish on dry land; it may fret And fling, and make a frightful bother, but it cannot hurt you. You have only to keep still and it will die of itself.
Her air, her manners, all who saw admired; Courteous though coy, and gentle though retired; The joy of youth and health her eyes displayed, And ease of heart her every look conveyed.
Better to love amiss than nothing to have loved.
Hence, in these times, untouchd the pages lie, And slumber out their immortality.
This, books can donor this alone; they give New views to life, and teach us how to live; They soothe the grieved, the stubborn they chastise; Fools they admonish, and confirm the wise. Their aid they yield to all: they never shun The man of sorrow, nor the wretch undone; Unlike the hard, the selfish, and the proud, They fly not sullen from the suppliant crowd; Nor tell to various people various things, But show to subjects, what they show to kings.
Books cannot always please, however good; Minds are not ever craving for their food.
Cut and come again.
Oh, rather give me commentators plain, Who with no deep researches vex the brain; Who from the dark and doubtful love to run, And hold their glimmering tapers to the sun.
In this fool's paradise he drank delight.
Good is done by degrees.
'T was good advice, and meant, my son, Be good.
To sigh, yet not recede; to grieve, yet not repent.
Habit with him was all the test of truth, It must be right: Ive done it from my youth.
He tried the luxury of doing good.
Her air, her manners, all who saw admir'd; Courteous though coy, and gentle though retir'd; The joy of youth and health her eyes display'd, And ease of heart her every look convey'd.
But 'twas a maxim he had often tried, That right was right, and there he would abide.
And took for truth the test of ridicule.
The wife was pretty, trifling, childish, weak; She could not think, but would not cease to speak.
Time has touched me gently in his race, And left no odious furrows in my face.
In idle wishes, fools supinely stay. Be there a will and wisdom finds a way.
Anger makes us strong, Blind and impatient, And it leads us wrong; The strength is quickly lost; We feel the error long.
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