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A Strong Will Deals With The Hard Facts Of Life As A Sculptor With His Marbles, Making Them Facile And Yielding To His Purposes, And Conquering Their Stubbornness By A Greater Stubbornness In Himself.

-Christian Nestell Bovee

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A Strong Will Deals

Christian Nestell Bovee

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A Strong Will Deals With The Hard Facts Of Life As A Sculptor With His Marbles, Making Them Facile And Yielding To His Purposes, And Conquering Their Stubbornness By A Greater Stubbornness In Himself.

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It Is Not The Number Of Facts He Knows, But How Much Of A Fact He Is Himself, That Proves The Man.

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As Many Suffer From Too Much As Too Little.

It Is Safer To Quote What Is Written Than What Is Spoken. What A Man Writes It Is Fair To Presume He Believes As A Matter Of General Conviction, But It Is Not So With What He Utters In The Freedom Of Conversation. In That He May Only Express The Feeling Of The Moment, And Not His Settled Judgment, Or Matured Opinion.

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He Must Put His Whole Life Into His Work, Who Would Do It Well, And Make It Potential To Influence Other Lives.

The Very Cunning Conceal Their Cunning; The Indifferently Shrewd Boast Of It.

The Lively And Mercurial Are As Open Books, With The Leaves Turned Down At The Notable Passages. Their Souls Sit At The Windows Of Their Eyes, Seeing And To Be Seen.

Pure Motives Do Not Insure Perfect Results.

There Is A German Proverb Which Says That Take-it-easy And Live-long Are Brothers.

A Great Destiny Needs A Generous Diet.... What Can Be Expected Of A People That Live On Macaroni!

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We Give Our Best Affections To The Beautiful, Only Our Second Best To The Useful.

A Woman's Love, Like Lichens Upon A Rock, Will Still Grow Where Even Charity Can Find No Soil To Nurture Itself.

Too Much Society Makes A Man Frivolous; Too Little, A Savage.

Logic Invents As Many Fallacies As It Detects; It Is A Good Weapon, But As Liable To Be Used In A Bad As In A Good Cause.

The Finest Compliment That Can Be Paid To A Woman Of Sense Is To Address Her As Such.

Courage Enlarges, Cowardice Diminishes Resources.

Loss Of Sincerity Is Loss Of Vital Power.

Successful Love Takes A Load Off Our Hearts, And Puts It Upon Our Shoulders.

God Has Created Too Few Unmixed Evils To Warrant The Belief That Death Is One Of Them. In All Things Else In Nature, Goodness So Abounds That We Are Authorized To Infer That It Does Not Stop Even At The Grave. It Is Only That Her Footprints Have Become Invisible.

The Life Even Of A Just Man Is A Round Of Petty Frauds; That Of A Knave A Series Of Greater. We Degrade Life By Our Follies And Vices, And Then Complain That The Unhappiness Which Is Only Their Accompaniment Is Inherent In The Constitution Of Things.

Genuine Religion Is Matter Of Feeling Rather Than Matter Of Opinion.

The Activity Of The Young Is Like That Of Railcars In Motion--they Tear Along With Noise And Turmoil, And Leave Peace Behind Them. The Quietest Nooks, Invaded By Them, Lose Their Quietude As They Pass, And Recover It Only On Their Departure.

The Nearest Approximation To An Understanding Of Life Is To Feel It--to Realize It To The Full--to Be A Profound And Inscrutable Mystery.

The Great Obstacle To Progress Is Prejudice

The Beauty Seen Is Partly In Him Who Sees It. [a Predisposition To Notice The Beautiful, In Everything.]

Difficulties, By Bracing The Mind To Overcome Them, Assist Cheerfulness, As Exercise Assists Digestion.

There Is No Tyrant Like Custom, And No Freedom Where Its Edicts Are Not Resisted.

Passion Doesn't Look Beyond The Moment Of Its Existence.

There Are None So Low But They Have Their Triumphs. Small Successes Suffice For Small Souls.

Enthusiasm Is The Inspiration Of Everything Great.

Enthusiasm For Life

Nothing Is So Fragile As Thought In Its Infancy; An Interruption Breaks It: Nothing Is So Powerful, Even To Overturning Empires, When It Reaches Its Maturity.

A Profusion Of Fancies And Quotations Is Out Of Place In A Love-letter. True Feeling Is Always Direct, And Never Deviates Into By-ways To Cull Flowers Of Rhetoric.

Something Of A Person's Character May Be Observed By How They Smile. Some Never Smile They Only Grin.

Every Trait Of Beauty May Be Referred To Some Virtue, As To Innocence, Candor, Generosity, Modesty, Or Heroism. St. Pierre To Cultivate The Sense Of The Beautiful, Is One Of The Most Effectual Ways Of Cultivating An Appreciation Of The Divine Goodness.

Life Being Full Of Harsh Realities, We Seek Relief From Them In A Variety Of Pleasing Delusions.

There Is Probably No Hell For Authors In The Next World - They Suffer So Much From Critics And Publishers In This.

Bad Taste Is A Species Of Bad Morals.

Elements Of The Heroic Exist In Almost Every Individual: It Is Only The Felicitous Development Of Them All In One That Is Rare.

To Cultivate A Garden Is To Walk With God.

The Breath Becomes A Stone; The Stone, A Plant; The Plant, An Animal; The Animal, A Man; The Man, A Spirit; And The Spirit, A God.

Life Is Indeed Either A Rich Possession Or A Poor, According As It Is Made Subservient To Noble Aims Or Ignoble Pleasures.

The Greatest Events Of An Age Are Its Best Thoughts. Thought Finds Its Way Into Action.

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