Pride is seldom delicate; it will please itself with very mean advantages.
Pride breakfasted with Plenty, dined with Poverty, supped with Infamy.
The jour printer with gray head and gaunt jaws works at his case, He turns his quid of tobacco, while his eyes blur with the manuscript.
Whene'er with haggard eyes I view This dungeon that I'm rotting in, I think of those companions true Who studied with me at the U- Niversity of Gottingen. - George Canning, Song--Of One Eleven Years in Prison,
Fast closed with double grills And triple gates--the cell To wicked souls is hell; But to a mind that's innocent 'Tis only iron, wood and stone. [Fr., Doubles grilles a gros cloux, Triples portes, forts verroux, Aux ames vraiment mechantes Vous representez l'enfer; Mais aux ames innocentes Vous n'etes que du bois, des pierres, du fer.]
I've never looked through a keyhole without finding someone was looking back.
Modern Americans are so exposed, peered at, inquired about, and spied upon as to be increasingly without privacy--members of a ;naked society and denizens of a goldfish bowl.
Procrastination is the art of keeping up with yesterday.
We seem to want mass production, but we must remember that men are individuals not to be satisfactorily dealt with in masses, and the making of men is more important than the production of things.
Medicine is my lawful wife and literature my mistress; when I get tired of one, I spend the night with the other.
Westward the course of empire takes its way; The four first Acts already past, A fifth shall close the Drama with the day; Time's noblest offspring is the last.
With every passing hour our solar system comes forty-three thousand miles closer to globular cluster 13 in the constellation Hercules, and still there are some misfits who continue to insist that there is no such thing as progress.
Progress has not followed a straight ascending line, but a spiral with rhythms of progress and retrogression, of evolution and dissolution.
I have seen that Man moves over with each new generation into a bigger body, more awful, more reverent and more free than he has had before.
No man acquires property without acquiring with it a little arithmetic also.
It is preoccupation with possession, more than anything else, that prevents men from living freely and nobly.
And they were offended in him. But Jesus said unto them, A prophet is not without honour, save in his own country, and in his own house.
Be thou the rainbow to the storms of life! The evening beam that smiles the clouds away, And tints to-morrow with prophetic ray!
A tunnel underneath the sea from Calais straight to Dover, Sir, The squeamish folks may cross by land from shore to shore, With sluices made to drown the French, if e'er they would come over, Sir, Has long been talk'd of, till at length 'tis thought a monstrous bore.
There is a history in all men's lives, Figuring the nature of the times deceased, The which observed, a man may prophesy, With a near aim, of the main chance of things As yet not come to life, which in their seeds And weak beginnings lie intreasured.
It shows a weak mind not to bear prosperity as well as adversity with moderation. [Lat., Ut adversas res, secundas immoderate ferre, levitatis est.]
I wish you every kind of prosperity, with a little more taste.
How much does great prosperity overspread the mind with darkness. [Lat., Quantum caliginis mentibus nostris objicit magna felicitas!]
Prosperity doth bewitch men, seeming clear; As seas do laugh, show white, when rocks are near.
Within a stone's throw of it.