self, respect; to all men, charity.--_Mrs. Balfour._

Examples are few of men ruined by giving. Men are heroes in spending,
very cravens in what they give.--_Bovee._

When a friend asks, there is no to-morrow.--_George Herbert._

Strange designs lurk under a gift. "Give the horse to his Holiness,"
said the cardinal. "I cannot serve you!"--_Zimmermann._

~Glory.~--To a father who loves his children victory has no charms. When
the heart speaks, glory itself is an illusion.--_Napoleon._

Those who start for human glory, like the mettled hounds of Actaeon, must
pursue the game not only where there is a path, but where there is none.
They must be able to simulate and dissimulate, to leap and to creep; to
conquer the earth like Caesar, or to fall down and kiss it like Brutus;
to throw their sword like Brennus into the trembling scale; or, like
Nelson, to snatch the laurels from the doubtful hand of Victory, while
she is hesitating where to bestow them.--_Colton._

Obloquy is a necessary ingredient in the composition of all true
glory.--_Burke._

The best kind of glory is that which is reflected from honesty,--such as
was the glory of Cato and Aristides; but it was harmful to them both,
and is seldom beneficial to any man whilst he lives; what it is to him
after his death I cannot say, because I love not philosophy merely
notional and conjectural, and no man who has made the experiment has
been so kind as to come back to inform us.--_Cowley._

Nothing is so expensive as glory.--_Sydney Smith._

The love of glory can only create a hero, the contempt of it creates a
wise man.--_Talleyrand._

~Gluttony.~--Whose god is their belly, and whose glory is in their
shame.--_Bible._

The kitchen is their shrine, the cook their priest, the table their
altar, and their belly their god.--_Buck._

~God.~--He that doth the ravens feed, yea, providentially caters for the
sparrow, be comfort to my age!--_Shakespeare._

To escape from evil, we must be made as far as possible like God; and
this resemblance consists in becoming just and holy and wise.--_Plato._

Whenever I think of God I can only conceive him as a Being infinitely
great and infinitely good. This last quality of the divine nature
inspires me with such confidence and joy that I could have written even
a _miserere_ in _tempo allegro_.--_Haydn._

All flows out from the Deity, and all must be absorbed in him
again.--_Zoroaster._

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