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Blessed are the joymakers.
And mad ambition trumpeteth to all.
Temptation hath a music for all ears.
The soul of man createth its own destiny.
Some noble spirits mistake despair for content.
The taste forever refines in the study of women.
Vulgarity is more obvious in satin than in homespun.
The position you hold and the work you are now doing.
The sin forgiven by Christ in HeavenBy man is cursed alway.
Of dead kingdoms I recall the soul, sitting amid their ruins
He who binds His soul to knowledge, steals the key of heaven.
The lily and the rose in her fair face striving for precedence.
The highest triumph of art, is the truest presentation of nature.
How like a mounting devil in the heart rules the unreined ambition.
The ear in man and beast is an evidence of blood and high breeding.
It is godlike to unloose the spirit, and forget yourself in thought.
Gentleness is the great point to be obtained in the study of manners.
The value of life deepens incalculably with the privileges of travel.
Nature has thrown a veil of modest beauty over maidenhood and moss-roses.
Like Melrose Abbey, large cities should especially be viewed by moonlight.
At present there is no distinction among the upper ten thousand of the city.
A lamp is lit in woman's eye; that souls, else lost on earth, remember angels by.
The Italians say that a beautiful woman by her smiles draws tears from our purse.
But he who never sins can little boast Compared to him who goes and sins no more!
Flirtation is a circulating library, in which we seldom ask twice for the same volume.
Maturity is most rapid in the low latitudes, where pineapples and women most do thrive.
Press on! for in the grave there is no work and no device. Press on! while yet you may.
I knelt, and with the fervor of a lip unused to the cool breath of reason, told my love.
T is the work of many a dark hour, many a prayer, to bring the heart back from an infant gone.
Gratitude is not only the memory but the homage of the heart rendered to God for his goodness.
Gratitude is not only the memory but the homage of the heart- rendered to God for his goodness.
There is no divining-rod whose dip shall tell us at twenty what we shall most relish at thirty.
Pitch a lucky man into the Nile, says the Arabian proverb, and he will come up with a fish in his mouth!
The innocence that feels no risk and is taught no caution, is more vulnerable than guilt, and oftener assailed.
If there is anything that keeps the mind open to angel visits, and repels the ministry of ill, it is human love.
Ah me! the world is full of meetings such as this,--a thrill, a voiceless challenge and reply, and sudden partings after!
It is the month of June, The month of leaves and roses, When pleasant sights salute the eyes, And pleasant scents the noses.
The smallest pebble in the well of truth has its peculiar meaning, and will stand when man's best monuments have passed away.
A flirt is like a dipper attached to a hydrant; every one is at liberty to drink from it, but no one desires to carry it away.
The soul of man createth its own destiny of power; and as the trial is intenser here, his being hath a nobler strength in heaven.
Fine taste is an aspect of genius itself, and is the faculty of delicate appreciation, which makes the best effects of art our own.
The expressive word "quiet" defines the dress, manners, bow, and even physiognomy of every true denizen of St. James and Bond street.
We may believe that we shall know each other's forms hereafter; and in the bright fields of the better land call the lost dead to us.
The perfect world, by Adam trod, Was the first temple--built by God-- His fiat laid the corner stone, And heaved its pillars, one by one.
I have unlearned contempt; it is a sin that is engendered earliest in the soul, and doth beset it like a poison worm feeding on all its beauty.
Youth is beautiful; its friendship is precious; the intercourse with it is a purifying release from the worn and stained harness of older life.
The rain is playing its soft pleasant tune fitfully on the skylight, and the shade of the fast-flying clouds across my book passed with delicate change.
How beautiful it is for a man to die Upon the walls of Zion! to be called Like a watch-worn and weary sentinel, To put his armour off, and rest in heaven!
There is a gentle element, and man may breathe it with a calm, unruffled soul, and drink its living waters, till his heart is pure; and this is human happiness.
One lamp — thy mother’s love — amid the stars Shall lift its pure flame changeless, and before The throne of God, burn through eternity - Holy — as it was lit and lent thee here.