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C.N. Douglas, comp. Forty Thousand Quotations: Prose and Poetical. 1917.

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Beauty is no local deity, like the Greek and Roman gods, but omnipresent.

Character halts without aid of the imagination, which our classes in Shakespeare and Browning, music and drawing, recognise not only as amusement and by-play of the mind, but a co-ordinate power. Its work is unhappily styled fiction; for to idealize is to realize.

Character is the diamond that scratches every other stone.

Children are marvellously and intuitively correct physiognomists. The youngest of them exhibit this trait.

Every pure thought is a glimpse of God.

Father, mother, child, are the human trinity, whose substance must not be divided nor its persons confounded. As well reconstruct your granite out of the grains it is disintegrated into as society out of the dissolution of wedded love.

Fine manners are like personal beauty,—a letter of credit everywhere.

Gentleness and kindness will make our homes a paradise upon earth.

Ideas once planted in the brain fructify, and bear their harvest more or less bountiful and rich as they are fertilized by thought.

In Goethe’s drama, Iphigenia defends her chastity, ascribing her firmness to the gods. “No god hath said this: thine own heart hath spoken,” answered Thoas, the king. “They only speak to us through our heart,” she replies. “Have not I the right to hear them too?” he rejoins. “Thy storm of passion drowns the gentle whisper,” adds the maiden, and closes all debate.

Inquire not too much into your bosom companion’s griefs, nor compel him to tell all the tale of his life. Much and all will be told to those that do not ask; and you shall have the secrets into which you do not pry.

Less than we imagine, from abusive words in controversy, does one individual, who is the vilified object, suffer harm. Vials of wrath in constant use, like uncorked bottles, lose the potency of their contents from too much exposure to the air; and disputants laugh in each other’s faces after having with hard adjectives metaphorically boxed one another’s ears.

Look at nature with science as a lens. The rock swarms, the clod dances; the mineral is but the vegetable stepping down, and the animal an ascending plant; the man, a beast extended; and the angel, a developed human soul.

On the attraction between man and woman society is based; but its refined is greater than its gross force, and its weight is like the gravitation of the globe.

Patience is nobler motion than any deed.

Private sincerity is a public welfare.

Religion is indeed woman’s panoply; no one who wishes her happiness would divest her of it; no one who appreciates her virtues would weaken her best security.

Scream as we may at the bad, the good prevails.

Self-condemnation is God’s absolution; and pleading guilty, acquittal at his bar.

Temperance to be a virtue must be free, and not forced.

The way out of our narrowness may not be so easy as the way in. The weasel that creeps into the corn-bin has to starve himself before he can leave by the same passage.

We may put too high a premium on speech from platform and pulpit, at the bar and in the legislative hall, and pay dear for the whistle of our endless harangues. England, and especially Germany, are less loquacious, and attend more to business. We let the eagle, and perhaps too often the peacock, scream.

We must learn that competence is better than extravagance, that worth is better than wealth, that the golden calf we have worshiped has no more brains than that one of old which the Hebrews worshiped. So beware of money and of money’s worth as the supreme passion of the mind. Beware of the craving for enormous acquisition.

What pains and tears the slightest steps of man’s progress have cost! Every hair-breadth forward has been in the agony of some soul, and humanity has reached blessing after blessing of all its vast achievement of good with bleeding feet.