Boston State-house is the hub of the solar system. You could n't pry that out of a Boston man if you had the tire of all creation straightened out for a crow-bar.
I firmly believe that if the whole materia medica could be sunk to the bottom of the sea, it would be all the better for mankind and all the worse for the fishes.
Selfishness is the greatest curse of the human race.
Truth never yet fell dead in the streets; it has such affinity with the soul of man, the seed however broadcast will catch somewhere and produce its hundredfold.
Man never falls so low that he can see nothing higher than himself.
Calm on the listening ear of night
Come Heaven's melodious strains,
Where wild Judea stretches far
Her silver-mantled plains.
Ho, pretty page, with the dimpled chin
That never has known the barber's shear,
All your wish is woman to win,
This is the way that boys begin.
Wait till you come to Forty Year.
Then sing as Martin Luther sang,
As Doctor Martin Luther sang,
"Who loves not wine, woman and song,
He is a fool his whole life long."
Remember, it is as easy to marry a rich woman as a poor woman.
How hard it is to make an Englishman acknowledge that he is happy!
'T is strange what a man may do and a woman yet think him an angel.
This I set down as a positive truth. A woman with fair opportunities and without a positive hump, may marry whom she likes.
A widow of doubtful age will marry almost any sort of a white man.
Every man meets his Waterloo at last.
The right honorable gentleman [Robert Lowe, Viscount Sherbrooke] is the first of the new party who has retired into his political cave of Adullam and he has called about him everyone that was in distress and everyone that was discontented.
Had they [the Tories] been in the wilderness they would have complained of the Ten Commandments.
Any man may be in good spirits and good temper when he's well dressed. There ain't much credit in that.
There was an Old Man with a beard,
Who said: "It is just as I feared--
Two Owls and a Hen,
Four Larks and a Wren
Have all built their nests in my beard."
Progress is
The law of life: man is not Man as yet.
There's a woman like a dewdrop, she's so purer than the purest.
When is man strong until he feels alone?
When the fight begins within himself,
A man's worth something.
God be thanked, the meanest of his creatures
Boasts two soul-sides,--one to face the world with,
One to show a woman when he loves her!
Just my vengeance complete,
The man sprang to his feet,
Stood erect, caught at God's skirts, and prayed!
So, I was afraid!
That low man seeks a little thing to do,
Sees it and does it;
This high man, with a great thing to pursue,
Dies ere he knows it.
That low man goes on adding one to one,--
His hundred's soon hit;
This high man, aiming at a million,
Misses an unit.
That has the world here--should he need the next,
Let the world mind him!
This throws himself on God, and unperplexed
Seeking shall find him.