and wife should no more fight to get it than they would struggle for the
possession of a lighted bomb-shell.--_Douglas Jerrold._

Words, like glass, darken whatever they do not help us to
see.--_Joubert._

If we use common words on a great occasion they are the more striking,
because they are felt at once to have a particular meaning, like old
banners, or every-day clothes, hung up in a sacred place.--_George
Eliot._

Words are but the signs and counters of knowledge, and their currency
should be strictly regulated by the capital which they
represent.--_Colton._

~World.~--The world is a comedy to those who think, a tragedy to those who
feel.--_Horace Walpole._

Creation's heir, the world, the world is mine.--_Goldsmith._

Contact with the world either breaks or hardens the heart.--_Chamfort._

Why, then the world's mine oyster, which I with sword will
open.--_Shakespeare._

~Worship.~--Worship as though the Deity were present. If my mind is not
engaged in my worship, it is as though I worshiped not.--_Confucius._

~Writing.~--Writing, after all, is a cold and coarse interpreter of
thought. How much of the imagination, how much of the intellect,
evaporates and is lost while we seek to embody it in words! Man made
language and God the genius.--_Bulwer-Lytton._

We must write as Homer wrote, not what he wrote.--_Theophile Vian._

~Wrong.~--There is no sort of wrong deed of which a man can bear the
punishment alone; you can't isolate yourself and say that the evil that
is in you shall not spread. Men's lives are as thoroughly blended with
each other as the air they breathe: evil spreads as necessarily as
disease.--_George Eliot._

My soul is sick with every day's report of wrong and outrage with which
earth is filled.--_Cowper._

Y.

~Youth.~--The canker galls the infants of the spring, too oft before their
buttons be disclosed; and in the morn and liquid dew of youth contagious
blastments are most imminent.--_Shakespeare._

Reckless youth makes rueful age.--_Moore._

In general, a man in his younger years does not easily cast off a
certain complacent self-conceit, which principally shows itself in
despising what he has himself been a little time before.--_Goethe._

Too young for woe, though not for tears.--_Washington Irving._

O youth! thou often tearest thy wings against the thorns of
voluptuousness.--_Victor Hugo._

O youth! ephemeral song, eternal canticle! The world may end, the
heavens fal