LaconicsHolmes Book Company, 1912 - 302 pages |
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... full of after - thought . Age . That man never grows old who keeps youth in his heart . That man is already too old who has lost confi- dence in himself . Agriculture is the chief foundation of nations . Ahead . 2 LACONICS.
... full of after - thought . Age . That man never grows old who keeps youth in his heart . That man is already too old who has lost confi- dence in himself . Agriculture is the chief foundation of nations . Ahead . 2 LACONICS.
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... never less alone than when alone . -After Gibbon . Alter . The case is altered ; that alters the case . Ambition . Ambition is the germ of noble deeds . Ambition may sour , but never satisfy us . Ambition , the last infirmity of noble ...
... never less alone than when alone . -After Gibbon . Alter . The case is altered ; that alters the case . Ambition . Ambition is the germ of noble deeds . Ambition may sour , but never satisfy us . Ambition , the last infirmity of noble ...
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... Never go to bed angry : you had better sit up all night . An angry man " stirreth up strife , " and wounds himself , An angry man is like one who attempts to quench fire with kerosene . There is an anger that is just the anger of truth ...
... Never go to bed angry : you had better sit up all night . An angry man " stirreth up strife , " and wounds himself , An angry man is like one who attempts to quench fire with kerosene . There is an anger that is just the anger of truth ...
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... never made two men exactly equal ; A few men are born lords and many underlings . The mindless herd are but the cunning's tools ; For ages have the learned of the schools Furnished pack - saddles for the backs of fools . -The Reign of ...
... never made two men exactly equal ; A few men are born lords and many underlings . The mindless herd are but the cunning's tools ; For ages have the learned of the schools Furnished pack - saddles for the backs of fools . -The Reign of ...
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... never can be his , Though her sweet voice his very marrow thrill : The finest works of art are Nature's shadows still . -Poetry . Reveal art , but conceal the labor- " Ars est celare artem . " Nature is the art of God . - Sir Thomas ...
... never can be his , Though her sweet voice his very marrow thrill : The finest works of art are Nature's shadows still . -Poetry . Reveal art , but conceal the labor- " Ars est celare artem . " Nature is the art of God . - Sir Thomas ...
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Page 203 - Seest thou a man wise in his own conceit? there is more hope of a fool than of him.
Page 34 - Wherever God erects a house of prayer, The Devil always builds a chapel there: And 'twill be found upon examination, The latter has the largest congregation.
Page 22 - Tis pleasant, sure, to see one's name in print; A book's a book, although there's nothing in't.
Page 115 - Whoe'er has travelled life's dull round, Where'er his stages may have been, May sigh to think he still has found The warmest welcome at an inn.
Page 100 - To render happy : all who joy would win Must share it, — Happiness was born a twin.
Page 258 - O Woman ! in our hours of ease Uncertain, coy, and hard to please, And variable as the shade By the light quivering aspen made; When pain and anguish wring the brow, A ministering angel thou!
Page 244 - Vice is a monster of so frightful mien, As, to be hated, needs but to be seen; Yet seen too oft, familiar with her face, We first endure, then pity, then embrace.
Page 119 - Howe'er it be, it seems to me 'Tis only noble to be good. Kind hearts are more than coronets, And simple faith than Norman blood.
Page 175 - tis public folly feeds. The slaves of custom and establish'd mode, With packhorse constancy we keep the road, Crooked or straight, through quags or thorny dells, True to the jingling of our leader's bells. To follow foolish precedents, and wink With both our eyes, is easier than to think...
Page 137 - I HELD it truth, with him who sings To one clear harp in divers tones, That men may rise on stepping-stones Of their dead selves to higher things.