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Maintain our rank, vulgarity despise,
To swear is neither brave, polite, nor wise,
You would not swear upon a bed of death--
Reflect--your Maker now may stop your breath.
May never lady press his lips, his proffer'd love returning,
Who makes a furnace of his mouth, and keeps his chimney burning;
May each true woman shun his sight, for fear his fumes should choke her,
And none but those who smoke themselves have kisses for a smoker.
Montana. It's everything Colorado thinks it is.
No man in effect doth accompany with others but he learneth, ere he is aware, some gesture, voice, or fashion.
O little Force that in your agony
Stood fast while England girt her armour on,
Held high our honour in your wounded hands,
Carried our honour safe with bleeding feet--
We have no glory great enough for you,
The very soul of Britain keeps your day.
- published in a London newspaper, 1917
O Western wind, when wilt thou blow
That the small rain down can rain?
Christ, that my love were in my arms
And I in my bed again!
Oh, the gladness of their gladness when they're glad,
And the sadness of their sadness when they're sad;
But the gladness of their gladness, and the sadness of their sadness,
Are as nothing to their badness when they're bad.
Oh, the shrewdness of their shrewdness when they are shrewd,
And the rudeness of their rudeness when they're rude;
But the shrewdness of their shrewdness and the rudeness of their rudeness,
Are as nothing to their goodness when they're good.
Pure water is the best of gifts that man to man can bring,
But who am I that I should have the best of anything?
Let princes revel at the pump, let peers with ponds make free,
Whisky, or wine, or even beer is good enough for me.
- in the "Spectator", July 31, 1920, sometimes attributed to Hon. G.W.E. Russell or to Lord Neaves
Rebellion to tyrants is obedience to God.
Smyrna, Rhodes, Colophon, Salamis, Chios, Argos, Athens--these seven cities contend as to being the birthplace of the illustrious Homer.
[Lat., Smyrna, Rhodos, Colophon, Salamis, Chios, Argos, Athenae,
Hae septem certant de stirpe insignis Homeri.]
- (translated from Greek) [Cities]
Some say "to-morrow" never comes,
A saying oft thought right;
But if to-morrow never came,
No end were of "to-night."
The fact is this, time flies so fast,
That e'er we've time to say
"Tomorrow's come," presto! behold!
"To-morrow" proves "To-day."
Stands midway between Heathenism and Christianity. It rose out of Heathenism as twilight out of night and melted into Christianity as twilight into morning.
The control center of your life is your attitude.
The egg is to cuisine what the article is to speech.
The first draught a man drinks ought to be for thirst, the second for nourishment, the third for pleasure, the fourth for madness.
The massive gates of circumstance
Are turned upon the smallest hinge,
And thus some seeming pettiest chance
Oft gives our life its after-tinge.
The trifles of our daily lives,
The common things, scarce worth recall,
Whereof no visible trace survives,
These are the mainsprings after all.
- in "Harper's Weekly" [Circumstance]
The universal joy of Christmas is certainly wonderful. We ring the bells when princes are born, or toll a mournful dirge when great men pass away. Nations have their red-letter days, their carnivals and festivals, but once in the year and only once, the whole world stands still to celebrate the advent of a life. Only Jesus of Nazareth claims this world-wide, undying remembrance. You cannot cut Christmas out of the Calendar, nor out of the heart of the world.
There are three kinds of people: those who can count, and those who can't.
Try to save money. Someday it may be valuable again.
What is death? Oh! what is death?
'Tis slumber to the weary--
'Tis rest to the forlorn--
'Tis shelter to the dreary--
'Tis peace amid the storm--
'Tis the entrance to our home--
'Tis the passage to that God
Who bids His children come,
When their weary course is trod.
Such is death! yes, such is death.
"Yes!"--Oh! it is a kind reply,
When flowing from the lips of dear
Young beauty--in whose ear we sigh
The one fond wish.
Like the crest of a peacock so is mathematics at the head of all knowledge.
- "Like the Crest of a Peacock" by G.G. Joseph
There is safety in numbers. [Lat., Defendit numerus.]
- "The World of Mathematics" edited by J.R. Newman
(p. 1452) [Numbers : Proverbs]
This dance of death which sounds so musically
Was sure intended for the corpse de ballet.
- On the Danse Macabre of Saint-Saens
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