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fuller of fragrance, but they beguile us and lead us astray, and their
odor is deadly.--_Longfellow._

"All the passions," says an old writer, "are such near neighbors, that
if one of them is on fire the others should send for the buckets." Thus
love and hate being both passions, the one is never safe from the spark
that sets the other ablaze. But contempt is passionless; it does not
catch, it quenches fire.--_Bulwer-Lytton._

All the passions seek after whatever nourishes them. Fear loves the idea
of danger.--_Joubert._

It is the excess and not the nature of our passions which is perishable.
Like the trees which grow by the tomb of Protesilaus, the passions
flourish till they reach a certain height, but no sooner is that height
attained than they wither away.--_Bulwer-Lytton._

~Past.~--Let the dead past bury its dead.--_Longfellow._

Oh vanished times! splendors eclipsed for aye! Oh suns behind the
horizon that have set.--_Victor Hugo._

It is to live twice, when we can enjoy the recollections of our former
life.--_Martial._

I desire no future that will break the ties of the past.--_George
Eliot._

~Patience.~--There is one form of hope which is never unwise, and which
certainly does not diminish with the increase of knowledge. In that form
it changes its name and we call it patience.--_Bulwer-Lytton._

It's easy finding reasons why other folks should be patient.--_George
Eliot._

Patience, sovereign o'er transmuted ills.--_Johnson._

There's no music in a "rest," that I know of, but there's the making of
music in it. And people are always missing that part of the life melody,
always talking of perseverance, and courage, and fortitude; but patience
is the finest and worthiest part of fortitude, and the rarest,
too.--_Ruskin._

The two powers which in my opinion constitute a wise man are those of
bearing and forbearing.--_Epictetus._

Enter into the sublime patience of the Lord. Be charitable in view of
it. God can afford to wait; why cannot we, since we have Him to fall
back upon? Let patience have her perfect work, and bring forth her
celestial fruits.--_G. MacDonald._

'Tis all men's office to speak patience to those that wring under the
load of sorrow; but no man's virtue nor sufficiency to be so moral when
he shall endure the like himself.--_Shakespeare._

He that hath patience hath fat thrushes for a farthing.--_George
Herbert._

Imitate time. It destroys slowly. It undermines, wears, l