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At evening home is the best place for a
The block of granite which was an obstacle in the pathway of the weak becomes a stepping-stone in the pathway of the strong.
An open foe may prove a curse,
The world is so fruitful that we can hardly even blunder without bringing forth some good.
How would you be,
If he, which is the top of judgment, should But judge you as you are? O think on that, And mercy then will breathe within your lips, Like man new made.
Flowers are the beautiful hieroglyphics of Nature, with which she indicates how much she loves us.
Thy faithfulness is unto all generations.
Unlimited good-humor is one of the chief requisites of all good government, whether of one's self, a nursery, or a country.
MRS. L. ORMISTON CHANT.
The year's at the spring, and day's at the
Morning's at seven, the hillside's dew-pearled, The lark's on the wing, the snail's on the thorn,
God's in his heaven, all's right with the world.
A child should be taught the manly art of patience, often more difficult to practise than that of pugilism.
One kindly deed may turn
The fountain of thy soul
To Love's sweet day-star that shall o'er thee burn
Long as its currents roll!
O. W. HOLMES.
His commandments are not grievous.
Never forget what a man has said to you when he was angry. If he has charged you with anything, look it up; anger is a bow that will shoot sometimes when another feeling will not.
It fortifies my soul to know
ARTHUR HUGH CLOUGH.
Receive not the grace of God in vain.
Look on every day as the whole of life, not merely as a section, and enjoy the present without wishing, through haste, to spring on to another lying before the section.
Hope springs eternal in the human breast, Man never is, but always to be blest.
If we will take the good we find, asking no questions, we shall have heaping measures. The great gifts are not got by analysis.
They who go
Feel not the pain of parting; it is they
Him that cometh, I will in no wise cast out.
That is the true season of love when we believe that we alone can love, that no one could ever have loved so before us, and that no one will love in the same way after us. GOETHE.
Great gifts can be given by little hands, Since of all gifts, Love is still the best. ADELAIDE PROCTER.
For every grain of wit there is a grain of folly. For everything you have missed you have gained something else.
We judge ourselves by what we feel capable of doing, while others judge us by what we have already done.
Time is the judge; Time has no friend or foe;
False fame must wither and the true must
One can neither protect or arm himself against criticism. We must meet it defiantly, and thus gradually please it.
Every noble crown is, and on earth will forever be, a crown of thorns.
Writing or printing is like shooting with a rifle: you may hit your reader's mind or miss it; — but talking is like playing at a mark with the pipe of an engine: if it is within reach, and you have time enough, you can't help hitting it.
O. W. HOLMES.