ropos would
abolish evil!

One whose falsehoods no longer deceive has forfeited the right to speak
truth.

Wisdom is a special knowledge in excess of all that is known.

To live is to believe. The most credulous of mortals is he who is
persuaded of his incredulity.

In him who has never wronged another, revenge is a virtue.

That you can not serve God and Mammon is a poor excuse for not serving
God.

A fool's tongue is not so noisy but the wise can hear his ear commanding
them to silence.

If the Valley of Peace could be reached only by the path of love, it
would be sparsely inhabited.

To the eye of failure success is an accident with a presumption of
crime.

Wearing his eyes in his heart, the optimist falls over his own feet, and
calls it Progress.

You can calculate your distance from Hell by the number of wayside
roses. They are thickest at the hither end of the route.

The world was made a sphere in order that men should not push one
another off, but the landowner smiles when he thinks of the sea.

Let not the night on thy resentment fall:
Strike when the wrong is fresh, or not at all.
The lion ceases if his first leap fail--
'Tis only dogs that nose a cooling trail.

Having given out all the virtues that He had made, God made another.

"Give us that also," said His children.

"Nay," He replied, "if I give you that you will slay one another till
none is left. You shall have only its name, which is Justice."

"That is a good name," they said; "we will give it to a virtue of our
own creation."

So they gave it to Revenge.

The sea-bird speeding from the realm of night
Dashes to death against the beacon-light.
Learn from its evil fate, ambitious soul,
The ministry of light is guide, not goal.

While you have a future do not live too much in contemplation of your
past: unless you are content to walk backward the mirror is a poor
guide.

"O dreadful Death, why veilest thou thy face?"

"To spare me thine impetuous embrace."

He who knows himself great accepts the truth in reverent silence, but he
who only believes himself great has embraced a noisy faith.

Life is a little plot of light. We enter, clasp a hand or two, and go
our several ways back into the darkness. The mystery is infinitely
pathetic and picturesque.

Cheerfulness is the religion of the little. The low hills are a-smirk
with flowers and greenery; the dominating peaks,