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One Must Have Been, At Some Time Or Other, In A Situation Where A Small Sum Was As Necessary Almost As Life Itself, With No More Ability To Raise It Than To Raise The Dead, Before He Can Fully Appreciate The Value Of Money.

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One Must Have Been,

Christian Nestell Bovee

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One Must Have Been, At Some Time Or Other, In A Situation Where A Small Sum Was As Necessary Almost As Life Itself, With No More Ability To Raise It Than To Raise The Dead, Before He Can Fully Appreciate The Value Of Money.

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Adhesion To One Idea Is Monomania; To Few, Slavery.

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Resentments, Carried Too Far, Expose Us To A Fate Analogous To That Of The Fish-hawk, When He Strikes His Talons Too Deep Into A Fish Beyond His Capacity To Lift, And Is Carried Under And Drowned By It.

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Fame - A Few Words Upon A Tombstone, And The Truth Of Those Not To Be Depended On.

All Good Writing Leaves Something Unexpressed.

When All Else Is Lost, The Future Still Remains.

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Four Sweet Lips, Two Pure Souls, And One Undying Affection, - These Are Love's Pretty Ingredients For A Kiss.

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In General, Inquiry Ceases When We Adopt A Theory. After That, We Overlook Whatever Makes Against It, And See And Think, And Talk And Write, Only In Its Favor. Indeed, When We Have A Snug, Comfortable Theory, To Which We Are Much Attached, They Appear To Us As A Very Mean Set Of Facts That Will Not Square With It.

The Busiest Of Living Agents Are Certain Dead Men's Thoughts.

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

Fortune, Like A Coy Mistress, Loves To Yield Her Favors, Though She Makes Us Wrest Them From Her.

A Failure Establishes Only This, That Our Determination To Succeed Was Not Strong Enough.

Courage Enlarges, Cowardice Diminishes Resources.

Earth Took Her Shining Station As A Star, In Heaven's Dark Hall, High Up The Crowd Of Worlds.

The Use We Make Of Our Fortune Determines Its Sufficiency. A Little Is Enough If Used Wisely, And Too Much If Expended Foolishly.

Pure Motives Do Not Insure Perfect Results.

Words, Like Cannon Balls, Should Go Direct To Their Mark.

Whether One Talks Well Depends Very Much Upon Whom He Has To Talk To.

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.

Ambitious Princes Value Inherited Kingdoms Not So Much As Conquered Provinces.

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Hunting Is A Relic Of The Barbarism That Once Thirsted For Human Blood, But Is Now Content With The Blood Of Animals.

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It Is With A Company As It Is With A Punch, Everything Depends Upon The Ingredients Of Which It In Composed.

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

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A Book Should Be Luminous Not Voluminous.

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Truth, Like The Sun, Submits To Be Obscured; But, Like The Sun, Only For A Time.

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Tranquil Pleasures Last The Longest; We Are Not Fitted To Bear The Burden Of Great Joys.

Wit Must Be Without Effort. Wit Is Play, Not Work; A Nimbleness Of The Fancy, Not A Laborious Effort Of The Will; A License, A Holiday, A Carnival Of Thought And Feeling, Not A Trifling With Speech, A Constraint Upon Language, A Duress Upon Words.

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Genius Makes Its Observations In Short-hand; Talent Writes Them Out At Length.

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Successful Minds Work Like A Gimlet--to A Single Point.

The Passions Are Like Fire, Useful In A Thousand Ways And Dangerous Only In One, Through Their Excess.

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Excessive Sensibility Is Only Another Name For Morbid Self-consciousness.

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

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It Is Ever The Invisible That Is The Object Of Our Profoundest Worship. With The Lover It Is Not The Seen But The Unseen That He Muses Upon.

The Cause Of Laziness Is Physiological; It Is An Infirmity Of The Constitution, And Its Victim Is As Much To Be Pitied As A Sufferer From Any Other Constitutional Infirmity. It Is Even Worse Than Many Other Diseases; From Them The Patient May Recover, While This Is Incurable.

Bad Taste Is A Species Of Bad Morals.

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The Method Of The Critic Is To Balance Praises With Censure, And Thus To Do Justice To The Subject And--his Own Discrimination.

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If One Is Not Virtuous He Becomes Vicious.

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

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Give Me The Character And I Will Forecast The Event.

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Rejecting The Miracles Of Christ, We Still Have The Miracle Of Christ Himself.

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Living With A Saint Is More Grueling Than Being One.

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He Half Retrieves A Defeat Who Yields To It Gracefully.

Even When We Fancy We Have Grown Wiser, It Is Only, It May Be, That New Prejudices Have Displaced Old Ones.

Example Has Far More Followers Than Reason.

The Worst Deluded Are The Self-deluded.

Truth Comes To Us From The Past, As Gold Is Washed Down From The Mountains Of Sierra Nevada, In Minute But Precious Particles, And Intermixed With Infinite Alloy, The Debris Of The Centuries.

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The Natural Wants Are Few, And Easily Gratified: It Is Only Those Which Are Artificial That Perplex Us By Their Multiplicity.

It Is Some Compensation For Great Evils, That They Enforce Great Lessons.

There Are Some Kinds Of Men Who Cannot Pass Their Time Alone; They Are The Flails Of Occupied People.(bonald, M.} There Are Few Wild Beasts More To Be Dreaded Than A Communicative Man Having Nothing To Communicate.

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.

Dishonest People Conceal Their Faults From Themselves As Well As Others, Honest People Know And Confess Them.

The Less The Difference, The Greater The Quarrel Over It.

There Is Something In The Character Of Every Man Which Cannot Be Broken In--the Skeleton Of His Character; And To Try To Alter This Is Like Training A Sheep For Draught Purposes. Georg Christoph Lichtenberg, The Reflections Of Lichtenberg We Become Familiar With The Outsides Of Men, As With The Outsides Of Houses, And Think We Know Them, While We Are Ignorant Of So Much That Is Passing Within Them.

The Cure For Tender Sensibilities Is To Make More Of Our Objects And Less Of Our Selves.

Marriage, By Making Us More Contented, Causes Us Often To Be Less Enterprising.

Example Has More Followers Than Reason. We Unconsciously Imitate What Pleases Us, And Approximate To The Characters We Most Admire.

Partial Culture Runs To The Ornate, Extreme Culture To Simplicity.

Great Warriors, Like Great Earthquakes, Are Principally Remembered For The Mischief They Have Done.

Mortal Beauty Stings While It Delights.

I Once Asked A Distinguished Artist What Place He Gave To Labor In Art. "labor," He In Effect Said, "is The Beginning, The Middle, And The End Of Art." Turning Then To Another--"and You," I Inquired, "what Do You Consider As The Great Force In Art?" "love," He Replied. In Their Two Answers I Found But One Truth.

Talk Less About The Years To Come, Live, Love Labor More Today.

To Cultivate A Garden Is To Walk With God.

The Beauty Seen Is Partly In Him Who Sees It.

The Great Obstacle To Progress Is Prejudice

Sensitiveness Is Closely Allied To Egotism; And Excessive Sensibility Is Only Another Name For Morbid Self-consciousness. The Cure For Tender Sensibilities Is To Make More Of Our Objects And Less Of Our Selves.

Doubt Whom You Will, But Never Yourself.

Youth Is Too Tumultuous For Felicity; Old Age Too Insecure For Happiness. The Period Most Favorable To Enjoyment, In A Vigorous, Fortunate, And Generous Life, Is That Between Forty And Sixty.

Our First And Last Love Is Self-love.

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Common Sense, Alas In Spite Of Our Educational Institutions, Is A Rare Commodity.

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.

It May Almost Be Held That The Hope Of Commercial Gain Has Done Nearly As Much For The Cause Of Truth As Even The Love Of Truth.

If It Is A Distinction To Have Written A Good Book, It Is Also A Disgrace To Have Written A Bad One.

Ideas Are Like Matter, Infinitely Divisible. It Is Not Given To Us To Get Down So To Speak To Their Final Atoms, But To Their Molecular Groupings-the Way Is Never Ending And The Progress Infinitely Delightful And Profitable.

It Is With Charity As With Money--the More We Stand In Need Of It, The Less We Have To Give Away.

Loss Of Sincerity Is Loss Of Vital Power.

We Fear Things In Proportion To Our Ignorance Of Them.

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