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Show APHORISMS. A sorrow's crown of sorrow Is remembering happier things. Without a friend, what were humanity? One act of charity is worth a century of eloquence. Grieving for misfortunes is adding gall to wormwood. The use of character is to be a shield against calumny. - Burke. Every flower, even the fairest, has its shadow beneath it as it swings in the sunlight. Brevity may be the soul of wit, but it is very far from being the soul of truth. - Holmes. If a man desires many things he is exalted by hope, but if he fears many things he becomes a slave. The tie that binds the happy may be dear, but that which links the unfortunate is tenderness unutterable. Passions are likened best to floods and streams. The shallow murmur, but the deep are dumb. - Raleigh. Age is not all decay; it is the ripening, the swelling of the fresh life within that withers and bursts the husk. Ornament is but The seeming truth which cunning times put on To entrap the wisest. - Shakespeare. Taste and smell are chemical, touch is mechanical, hearing and seeing are ethereal, the ear is emotion and the eye intellectual. - Tyndall. This life is like a floating river Lost in a shoreless sea; Death snaps the oars, the boat planks shiver - We sink into eternity. We represent our fictions as though they were realities, while you preach your realities as though they were fictions. - The Actor to the Minister. Life is enriched and multiplied by song; Song recreates the people of the past; For one immortal moment we are they, And one blood beats in us all. - Alexander Smith. Better to fail covered and scarred with the wounds of glory than to surrender through expediency what is right, or yield for the sake of expediency to what is wrong. - Joseph Holt. What gathering flowers in a wood is to children; that shopping in a large town is to women. To wander from shop to shop, to compare, to choose, to appropriate - it is like gathering flowers. - Auerbach. Has it never occurred to us, when surrounded by sorrows, that they may be sent to us only for our own instruction, as we darken the eyes of birds when we wish them to sing? - Jean Paul Richter. |