Chapter 6

One science only will one genius fit;So vast is art, so narrow human wit.—Pope.

I know no such thing as genius,—genius is nothing but labor and diligence.—Hogarth.

Men of genius are often dull and inert in society; as the blazing meteor, when it descends to earth, is only a stone.—Longfellow.

Genius, without religion, is only a lamp on the outer gate of a palace. It may serve to cast a gleam of light on those that are without while the inhabitant sits in darkness.—Hannah More.

Genius is supposed to be a power of producing excellences which are out of the reach of the rules of art: a power which no precepts can teach, and which no industry can acquire.—Sir J. Reynolds.

Gentleman.—Propriety of manners, and consideration for others, are the two main characteristics of a gentleman.—Beaconsfield.

To be a gentleman does not depend upon the tailor or the toilet. Good clothes are not good habits. A gentleman is just a gentle-man,—no more, no less; a diamond polished, that was first a diamond in the rough.—Bishop Doane.

What is it to be a gentleman? Is it to be honest, to be gentle, to be generous, to be brave, to be wise, and, possessing all these qualities, to exercise them in the most graceful outward manner? Ought a gentleman to be a loyal son, a true husband, an honest father? Ought his life to be decent, his bills to be paid, his taste to be high and elegant, his aims in life lofty and noble?—Thackeray.

The taste of beauty, and the relish of what is decent, just and amiable, perfects the character of the gentleman and the philosopher. And the study of such a taste or relish will, as we suppose, be ever the great employment and concern of him who covets as well to be wise and good, as agreeable and polite.—Shaftesbury.

Education begins the gentleman, but reading, good company, and reflection must finish him.—Locke.

You may depend upon it, religion is, in its essence, the most gentlemanly thing in the world. It will alone gentilize, if unmixed with cant; and I know nothing else that will, alone. Certainly not the army, which is thought to be the grand embellisher of manners.—Coleridge.

He is the best gentleman that is the son of his own deserts, and not the degenerated heir of another's virtue.—Victor Hugo.

Perhaps propriety is as near a word as any to denote the manners of the gentleman; elegance is necessary to the fine gentleman; dignity is proper to noblemen; and majesty to kings.—Hazlitt.

He is gentle that doth gentle deeds.

Gentleman is a term which does not apply to any station, but to the mind and the feelings in every station.—Talfourd.

Of the offspring of the gentilman Jafeth, came Habraham, Moyses, Aron and the profettys; and also the kyng of the right line of Mary, of whom that gentilman Jhesus was borne.—Juliana Berners.

Gentleness.—True gentleness is founded on a sense of what we owe to Him who made us, and to the common nature which we all share. It arises from reflection on our own failings and wants, and from just views of the condition and the duty of man. It is native feeling heightened and improved by principle.—Blair.

We do not believe, or we forget, that "the Holy Ghost came down, not in shape of a vulture, but in the form of a dove."—Emerson.

Gentleness in the gait is what simplicity is in the dress. Violent gestures or quick movements inspire involuntary disrespect.—Balzac.

The best and simplest cosmetic for women is constant gentleness and sympathy for the noblest interests of her fellow-creatures. This preserves and gives to her features an indelibly gay, fresh, and agreeable expression. If women would but realize that harshness makes them ugly, it would prove the best means of conversion.—Auerbach.

Gentleness, which belongs to virtue, is to be carefully distinguished from the mean spirit of cowards and the fawning assent of sycophants.—Blair.

Gifts.—Posthumous charities are the very essence of selfishness, when bequeathed by those who, when alive, would part with nothing.—Colton.

Give freely to him that deserveth well, and asketh nothing: and that is a way of giving to thyself.—Fuller.

The gift, to be true, must be the flowing of the giver unto me, correspondent to my flowing unto him.—Emerson.

The only gift is a portion of thyself. * * * Therefore the poet brings his poem; the shepherd, his lamb; the farmer, corn; the miner, a gem; the sailor, coral and shells; the painter, his picture; the girl, a handkerchief of her own sewing.—Emerson.

A gift—its kind, its value and appearance; the silence or the pomp that attends it; the style in which it reaches you—may decide the dignity or vulgarity of the giver.—Lavater.

God's love gives in such a way that it flows from a Father's heart, the well-spring of all good. The heart of the giver makes the gift dear and precious; as among ourselves we say of even a trifling gift, "It comes from a hand we love," and look not so much at the gift as at the heart.—Luther.

There is no grace in a benefit that sticks to the fingers.—Seneca.

Glory.—Real glory springs from the quiet conquest of ourselves; and without that the conqueror is nought but the first slave.—Thomson.

Wood burns because it has the proper stuff for that purpose in it; and a man becomes renowned because he has the necessary stuff in him. Renown is not to be sought, and all pursuit of it is vain. A person may, indeed, by skillful conduct and various artificial means, make a sort of name for himself; but if the inner jewel is wanting, all is vanity, and will not last a day.—Goethe.

The road to glory would cease to be arduous if it were trite and trodden; and great minds must be ready not only to take opportunities but to make them.—Colton.

True glory consists in doing what deserves to be written, in writing what deserves to be read, and in so living as to make the world happier and better for our living in it.—Pliny.

Glory relaxes often and debilitates the mind; censure stimulates and contracts,—both to an extreme. Simple fame is, perhaps, the proper medium.—Shenstone.

Gluttony.—Gluttony is the source of all our infirmities, and the fountain of all our diseases. As a lamp is choked by a superabundance of oil, a fire extinguished by excess of fuel, so is the natural health of the body destroyed by intemperate diet.—Burton.

I have come to the conclusion that mankind consume twice too much food.—Sydney Smith.

Fat paunches have lean pates; and dainty bitsMake rich the ribs, but bankrupt quite the wits.—Shakespeare.

The pleasures of the palate deal with us like Egyptian thieves who strangle those whom they embrace.—Seneca.

When I behold a fashionable table set out in all its magnificence, I fancy that I see gouts and dropsies, fevers and lethargies, with other innumerable distempers lying in ambuscade among the dishes. Nature delights in the most plain and simple diet. Every animal but man keeps to one dish. Herbs are the food of this species, fish of that, and flesh of a third. Man falls upon everything that comes in his way; not the smallest fruit or excrescence of the earth, scarce a berry or a mushroom can escape him.—Addison.

God.—In all thy actions think God sees thee; and in all His actions labor to see Him; that will make thee fear Him; this will move thee to love Him; the fear of God is the beginning of knowledge, and the knowledge of God is the perfection of love.—Quarles.

God should be the object of all our desires, the end of all our actions, the principle of all our affections, and the governing power of our whole souls.—Massillon.

God governs the world, and we have only to do our duty wisely, and leave the issue to Him.—John Jay.

They that deny a God destroy man's nobility; for certainly man is like the beasts in his body; and if he is not like God in his spirit, he is an ignoble creature.—Bacon.

God is all love; it is He who made everything, and He loves everything that He has made.—Henry Brooke.

How calmly may we commit ourselves to the hands of Him who bears up the world,—of Him who has created, and who provides for the joys even of insects, as carefully as if He were their father.—Richter.

I fear God, and next to God, I chiefly fear him who fears Him not.—Saadi.

A foe to God was never true friend to man.—Young.

God moves in a mysterious wayHis wonders to perform;He plants His footsteps in the sea,And rides upon the storm.—Cowper.

There never was a man of solid understanding, whose apprehensions are sober, and by a pensive inspection advised, but that he hath found by an irresistible necessity one true God and everlasting being.—Sir Walter Raleigh.

Who guides below, and rules above,The great disposer, and the mighty king;Than He none greater, next Him none,That can be, is, or was.—Horace.

Thou art, O God, the life and lightOf all this wondrous world we see;Its glow by day, its smile by night,Are but reflections caught from Thee!Where'er we turn thy glories shine,And all things fair and bright are thine!—Moore.

From God derived, to God by nature join'd.We act the dictates of His mighty mind:And though the priests are mute and temples still,God never wants a voice to speak His will.—Rowe.

The very impossibility in which I find myself to prove that God is not, discovers to me His existence.—Bruyère.

We find in God all the excellences of light, truth, wisdom, greatness, goodness and life. Light gives joy and gladness; truth gives satisfaction; wisdom gives learning and instruction; greatness excites admiration; goodness produces love and gratitude; life gives immortality and insures enjoyment.—Jones of Nayland.

We have a friend and protector, from whom, if we do not ourselves depart from Him, nor power nor spirit can separate us. In His strength let us proceed on our journey, through the storms, and troubles, and dangers of the world. However they may rage and swell, though the mountains shake at the tempests, our rock will not be moved: we have one friend who will never forsake us; one refuge, where we may rest in peace and stand in our lot at the end of the days. That same is He who liveth, and was dead; who is alive forevermore; and hath the keys of hell and of death.—Bishop Heber.

It is a most unhappy state to be at a distance with God: man needs no greater infelicity than to be left to himself.—Feltham.

The man who forgets the wonders and mercies of the Lord is without any excuse; for we are continually surrounded with objects which may serve to bring the power and goodness of God strikingly to mind.—Slade.

God is the light which, never seen itself, makes all things visible, and clothes itself in colors. Thine eye feels not its ray, but thine heart feels its warmth.—Richter.

A secret sense of God's goodness is by no means enough. Men should make solemn and outward expressions of it, when they receive His creatures for their support; a service and homage not only due to Him, but profitable to themselves.—Dean Stanhope.

All is of God. If He but wave His hand,The mists collect, the rains fall thick and loud;Till, with a smile of light on sea and land,Lo! He looks back from the departing cloud.

Angels of life and death alike are His;Without His leave they pass no threshold o'er;Who, then, would wish or dare, believing this,Against His messengers to shut the door?—Longfellow.

"God saw everything that he had made, and behold it was very good." * * * Wheresoever I turn my eyes, behold the memorials of His greatness! of His goodness! * * * What the world contains of good is from His free and unrequited mercy: what it presents of real evil arises from ourselves.—Bishop Blomfield.

Gold.—Gold, like the sun, which melts wax and hardens clay, expands great souls and contracts bad hearts.—Rivarol.

There are two metals, one of which is omnipotent in the cabinet, and the other in the camp,—gold and iron. He that knows how to apply them both may indeed attain the highest station.—Colton.

Gold is Cæsar's treasure, man is God's; thy gold hath Cæsar's image, and thou hast God's; give, therefore, those things unto Cæsar which are Cæsar's, and unto God which are God's.—Quarles.

Foul-cankering rust the hidden treasure frets;But gold, that's put to use, more gold begets.—Shakespeare.

Gold is the fool's curtain, which hides all his defects from the world.—Feltham.

O cursed lust of gold! when for thy sakeThe fool throws up his interest in both worlds.—Blair.

How few, like Daniel, have God and gold together!—George Villiers.

Gold adulterates one thing only,—the human heart.—Marguerite de Valois.

Goodness.—A good deed is never lost; he who sows courtesy reaps friendship, and he who plants kindness gathers love.—Basil.

It is only great souls that know how much glory there is in being good.—Sophocles.

Do good by stealth, and blush to find it fame.—Pope.

Every day should be distinguished by at least one particular act of love.—Lavater.

He that is a good man is three-quarters of his way towards the being a good Christian, wheresoever he lives, or whatsoever he is called.—South.

A good man is kinder to his enemy than bad men are to their friends.—Bishop Hall.

Live for something. Do good, and leave behind you a monument of virtue that the storm of time can never destroy. Write your name in kindness, love, and mercy, on the hearts of thousands you come in contact with year by year; you will never be forgotten. No, your name, your deeds, will be as legible on the hearts you leave behind as the stars on the brow of evening. Good deeds will shine as the stars of heaven.—Chalmers.

He that does good for good's sake seeks neither praise nor reward, though sure of both at last.—William Penn.

What is good-looking, as Horace Smith remarks, but looking good? Be good, be womanly, be gentle, generous in your sympathies, heedful of the well-being of all around you; and, my word for it, you will not lack kind words of admiration.—Whittier.

Some good we all can do; and if we do all that is in our power, however little that power may be, we have performed our part, and may be as near perfection as those whose influence extends over kingdoms, and whose good actions are felt and applauded by thousands.—Bowdler.

Government.—The administration of government, like a guardianship, ought to be directed to the good of those who confer and not of those who receive the trust.—Cicero.

Power exercised with violence has seldom been of long duration, but temper and moderation generally produce permanence in all things.—Seneca.

No government, any more than an individual, will long be respected without being truly respectable.—Madison.

The best government is not that which renders men the happiest, but that which renders the greatest number happy.—Duclos.

No man undertakes a trade he has not learned, even the meanest; yet every one thinks himself sufficiently qualified for the hardest of all trades,—that of government.—Socrates.

In the early ages men ruled by strength; now they rule by brain, and so long as there is only one man in the world who can think and plan, he will stand head and shoulders above him who cannot.—Beecher.

The proper function of a government is to make it easy for people to do good, and difficult for them to do evil.—Gladstone.

All free governments are managed by the combined wisdom and folly of the people.—James A. Garfield.

Those who think must govern those who toil.—Goldsmith.

Grace.—Let grace and goodness be the principal loadstone of thy affections.—Dryden.

The mother grace of all the graces is Christian good-will.—Beecher.

All actions and attitudes of children are graceful because they are the luxuriant and immediate offspring of the moment,—divested of affectation and free from all pretence.—Fuseli.

Grace has been defined, the outward expression of the inward harmony of the soul.—Hazlitt.

Gratitude.—Gratitude is a virtue disposing the mind to an inward sense and an outward acknowledgment of a benefit received, together with a readiness to return the same, or the like, as occasions of the doer of it shall require, and the abilities of the receiver extend to.

He who receives a good turn, should never forget it: he who does one, should never remember it.—Charron.

O Lord, that lends me life, lend me a heart replete with thankfulness.—Shakespeare.

What causes such a miscalculation in the amount of gratitude which men expect for the favors they have done, is, that the pride of the giver and that of the receiver can never agree as to the value of the benefit.—La Rochefoucauld.

If gratitude is due from children to their earthly parents, how much more is the gratitude of the great family of man due to our Father in heaven!—Hosea Ballou.

Grave.—There the wicked cease from troubling; and there the weary be at rest. There the prisoners rest together; they hear not the voice of the oppressor. The small and great are there; and the servant is free from his master.—Job 3:17, 18, 19.

We go to the grave of a friend saying, "A man is dead;" but angels throng about him, saying, "A man is born."—Beecher.

Always the idea of unbroken quiet broods around the grave. It is a port where the storms of life never beat, and the forms that have been tossed on its chafing waves lie quiet forevermore. There the child nestles as peacefully as ever it lay in its mother's arms, and the workman's hands lie still by his side, and the thinker's brain is pillowed in silent mystery, and the poor girl's broken heart is steeped in a balm that extracts its secret woe, and is in the keeping of a charity that covers all blame.—Chapin.

There is a voice from the tomb sweeter than song. There is a remembrance of the dead to which we turn even from the charms of the living. Oh, the grave!—the grave! It buries every error, covers every defect, extinguishes every resentment! From its peaceful bosom spring none but fond regrets and tender recollections.—Washington Irving.

What is the grave?'Tis a cool, shady harbor, where the ChristianWayworn and weary with life's rugged road,Forgetting all life's sorrows, joys, and pains,Lays his poor body down to rest—Sleeps on—and wakes in heaven.

Greatness.—He who, in questions of right, virtue, or duty, sets himself above all ridicule, is truly great, and shall laugh in the end with truer mirth than ever he was laughed at.—Lavater.

The greatest man is he who chooses the right with invincible resolution, who resists the sorest temptations from within and without, who bears the heaviest burdens cheerfully, who is calmest in storms and most fearless under menace and frowns, whose reliance on truth, on virtue, on God, is most unfaltering. I believe this greatness to be most common among the multitude, whose names are never heard.—Channing.

Great minds, like heaven, are pleased in doing good,Though the ungrateful subjects of their favorsAre barren in return.—Rowe.

Great truths are portions of the soul of man;Great souls are the portions of eternity.—Lowell.

No sadder proof can be given by a man of his own littleness than disbelief in great men.—Carlyle.

If the title of great man ought to be reserved for him who cannot be charged with an indiscretion or a vice, who spent his life in establishing the independence, the glory and durable prosperity of his country; who succeeded in all that he undertook, and whose successes were never won at the expense of honor, justice, integrity, or by the sacrifice of a single principle—this title will not be denied to Washington.—Sparks.

He only is great who has the habits of greatness; who, after performing what none in ten thousand could accomplish, passes on like Samson, and "tells neither father nor mother of it."—Lavater.

He who comes up to his own idea of greatness must always have had a very low standard of it in his mind.—Hazlitt.

In life, we shall find many men that are great, and some men that are good, but very few men that are both great and good.—Colton.

A really great man is known by three signs,—generosity in the design, humanity in the execution, and moderation in success.—Bismarck.

Nothing can make a man truly great but being truly good and partaking of God's holiness.—Matthew Henry.

The greatest truths are the simplest; so are the greatest men.

Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon them.—Shakespeare.

No man has come to true greatness who has not felt in some degree that his life belongs to his race, and that what God gives him, He gives him for mankind.—Phillips Brooks.

Nothing is more simple than greatness; indeed, to be simple is to be great.—Emerson.

Grief.—Grief is the culture of the soul, it is the true fertilizer.—Madame de Girardin.

Light griefs are plaintive, but great ones are dumb.—Seneca.

If the internal griefs of every man could be read, written on his forehead, how many who now excite envy would appear to be the objects of pity?—Metastasio.

Excess of grief for the deceased is madness; for it is an injury to the living, and the dead know it not.—Xenophon.

All the joys of earth will not assuage our thirst for happiness; while a single grief suffices to shroud life in a sombre veil, and smite it with nothingness at all points.—Madame Swetchine.

What an argument in favor of social connections is the observation that by communicating our grief we have less, and by communicating our pleasure we have more.—Greville.

They truly mourn that mourn without a witness.—Byron.

Alas! I have not words to tell my grief;To vent my sorrow would be some relief;Light sufferings give us leisure to complain;We groan, we cannot speak, in greater pain.—Dryden.

It is folly to tear one's hair in sorrow, as if grief could be assuaged by baldness.—Cicero.

Dr. Holmes says, both wittily and truly, that crying widows are easiest consoled.—H.W. Shaw.

Who fails to grieve, when just occasion calls,Or grieves too much, deserves not to be blest:Inhuman, or effeminate, his heart.—Young.

Great grief makes sacred those upon whom its hand is laid. Joy may elevate, ambition glorify, but sorrow alone can consecrate.—Horace Greeley.

Every one can master a grief but he that has it.—Shakespeare.

Grumbling.—When a man is full of the Holy Ghost, he is the very last man to be complaining of other people.—D.L. Moody.

Every one must see daily instances of people who complain from a mere habit of complaining.—Graves.

There is an unfortunate disposition in a man to attend much more to the faults of his companions which offend him, than to their perfections which please him.—Greville.

No talent, no self-denial, no brains, no character, is required to set up in the grumbling business; but those who are moved by a genuine desire to do good have little time for murmuring or complaint.—Robert West.

I pity the man who can travel from Dan to Beersheba, and cry, "It is all barren."—Sterne.

Guilt.—Think not that guilt requires the burning torches of the Furies to agitate and torment it. Their own frauds, their crimes, their remembrances of the past, their terrors of the future,—these are the domestic furies that are ever present to the mind of the impious.—Robert Hall.

Guilt alone, like brain-sick frenzy in its feverish mood, fills the light air with visionary terrors, and shapeless forms of fear.—Junius.

Guilt, though it may attain temporal splendor, can never confer real happiness; the evil consequences of our crimes long survive their commission, and, like the ghosts of the murdered, forever haunt the steps of the malefactor; while the paths of virtue, though seldom those of worldly greatness, are always those of pleasantness and peace.—Sir Walter Scott.

He who is conscious of secret and dark designs, which, if known, would blast him, is perpetually shrinking and dodging from public observation, and is afraid of all around him, and much more of all above him.—Wirt.

They whose guilt within their bosom lies, imagine every eye beholds their blame.—Shakespeare.

Life is not the supreme good; but of all earthly ills the chief is guilt.—Schiller.

They who once engage in iniquitous designs miserably deceive themselves when they think that they will go so far and no farther; one fault begets another, one crime renders another necessary; and thus they are impelled continually downward into a depth of guilt, which at the commencement of their career they would have died rather than have incurred.—Southey.

Let wickedness escape as it may at the bar, it never fails of doing justice upon itself; for every guilty person is his own hangman.—Seneca.

Habit.—Habits are soon assumed; but when we strive to strip them off, 'tis being flayed alive.—Cowper.

The law of the harvest is to reap more than you sow. Sow an act, and you reap a habit; sow a habit, and you reap a character; sow a character, and you reap a destiny.—G.D. Boardman.

A single bad habit will mar an otherwise faultless character, as an ink drop soileth the pure white page.—Hosea Ballou.

Habits are like the wrinkles on a man's brow; if you will smooth out the one, I will smooth out the other.—H.W. Shaw.

A large part of Christian virtue consists in right habits.—Paley.

Habit is ten times nature.—Wellington.

Habit is the most imperious of all masters.—Goethe.

I will govern my life and my thoughts as if the whole world were to see the one and to read the other; for what does it signify to make anything a secret to my neighbor, when to God (who is the searcher of our hearts) all our privacies are open?—Seneca.

The will that yields the first time with some reluctance does so the second time with less hesitation, and the third time with none at all, until presently the habit is adopted.—Henry Giles.

It is almost as difficult to make a man unlearn his errors as his knowledge.—Colton.

Habits, though in their commencement like the filmy line of the spider, trembling at every breeze, may in the end prove as links of tempered steel, binding a deathless being to eternal felicity or woe.—Mrs. Sigourney.

I will be a slave to no habit; therefore farewell tobacco.—Hosea Ballou.

Happiness.—He who is good is happy.—Habbington.

If solid happiness we prize,Within our breast this jewel lies;And they are fools who roam:The world has nothing to bestow,From our own selves our joys must flow,And that dear hut, our home.—Cotton.

The common course of things is in favor of happiness; happiness is the rule, misery the exception. Were the order reversed, our attention would be called to examples of health and competency, instead of disease and want.—Paley.

Happiness and virtue react upon each other,—the best are not only the happiest, but the happiest are usually the best.—Lytton.

God loves to see his creatures happy; our lawful delight is His; they know not God that think to please Him with making themselves miserable. The idolaters thought it a fit service for Baal to cut and lance themselves; never any holy man looked for thanks from the true God by wronging himself.—Bishop Hall.

Real happiness is cheap enough, yet how dearly we pay for its counterfeit!—Hosea Ballou.

Degrees of happiness vary according to the degrees of virtue, and consequently, that life which is most virtuous is most happy.—Norris.

Without strong affection, and humanity of heart, and gratitude to that Being whose code is mercy, and whose great attribute is benevolence to all things that breathe, true happiness can never be attained.—Dickens.

The utmost we can hope for in this world is contentment; if we aim at anything higher, we shall meet with nothing but grief and disappointment. A man should direct all his studies and endeavors at making himself easy now and happy hereafter.—Addison.

To be happy is not only to be freed from the pains and diseases of the body, but from anxiety and vexation of spirit; not only to enjoy the pleasures of sense, but peace of conscience and tranquillity of mind.—Tillotson.

Happiness in this world, when it comes, comes incidentally. Make it the object of pursuit, and it leads us a wild-goose chase, and is never attained. Follow some other object, and very possibly we may find that we have caught happiness without dreaming of it.—Hawthorne.

The happiness of the tender heart is increased by what it can take away from the wretchedness of others.—J. Petit-Senn.

There is no man but may make his paradise.—Beaumont and Fletcher.

The happiness of life is made up of minute fractions,—the little, soon-forgotten charities of a kiss, a smile, a kind look, a heartfelt compliment in the disguise of a playful raillery, and the countless other infinitesimals of pleasant thought and feeling.—Coleridge.

To be happy is not the purpose for which you are placed in this world.—Froude.

The happiness of the human race in this world does not consist in our being devoid of passions, but in our learning to command them.—From the French.

Our happiness in this world depends on the affections we are enabled to inspire.—Duchesse de Praslin.

Hatred.—The passion of hatred is so durable and so inveterate that the surest prognostic of death in a sick man is a wish for reconciliation.—Bruyère.

We hate some persons because we do not know them; and we will not know them because we hate them.—Colton.

If you hate your enemies, you will contract such a vicious habit of mind, as by degrees will break out upon those who are your friends, or those who are indifferent to you.—Plutarch.

Hatred is the vice of narrow souls; they feed it with all their littlenesses, and make it the pretext of base tyrannies.—Balzac.

It is the nature of the human disposition to hate him whom you have injured.—Tacitus.

Life is too short to spare an hour of it in the indulgence of this evil passion.—Lamartine.

The hatred we bear our enemies injures their happiness less than our own.—J. Petit-Senn.

The hatred of persons related to each other is the most violent.—Tacitus.

When our hatred is too keen it places us beneath those we hate.—La Rochefoucauld.

Health.—The only way for a rich man to be healthy is, by exercise and abstinence, to live as if he was poor.—Sir W. Temple.

There is this difference between those two temporal blessings, health and money: Money is the most envied, but the least enjoyed; health is the most enjoyed, but the least envied: and this superiority of the latter is still more obvious when we reflect that the poorest man would not part with health for money, but that the richest would gladly part with all their money for health.—Colton.

Refuse to be ill. Never tell people you are ill; never own it to yourself. Illness is one of those things which a man should resist on principle at the onset.—Lytton.

Reason's whole pleasure, all the joys of sense,Lie in three words, health, peace and competence:But health consists with temperance alone;And peace, O Virtue! peace is all thy own.—Pope.

O blessed Health! thou art above all gold and treasure; 'tis thou who enlargest the soul, and openest all its powers to receive instruction, and to relish virtue. He that has thee has little more to wish for, and he that is so wretched as to want thee, wants everything with thee.—Sterne.

People who are always taking care of their health are like misers, who are hoarding up a treasure which they have never spirit enough to enjoy.—Sterne.

Health and good humor are to the human body like sunshine to vegetation.—Massillon.

One means very effectual for the preservation of health is a quiet and cheerful mind, not afflicted with violent passions or distracted with immoderate cares.—John Ray.

The requirements of health, and the style of female attire which custom enjoins, are in direct antagonism to each other.—Abba Goold Woolson.

For life is not to live, but to be well.—Martial.

From labor health, from health contentment springs.—Beattie.

In these days half our diseases come from neglect of the body in overwork of the brain—Lytton.

The rule is simple: Be sober and temperate, and you will be healthy.—Franklin.

Heart.—Keep thy heart with all diligence; for out of it are the issues of life.—Proverbs 4:23.

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