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A friend that you have to buy won't be worth what you pay for him, no matter what that may be. - [Friends] Courage, like cowardice, is undoubtedly contagious, but some persons are not liable to catch it. - [Courage] If you woo the company of the angels in your waking hours, they will be sure to come to you in your sleep. - [Angels] In Athens the ladies were not gaudily but simply arrayed, and we doubt whether any ladies ever excited more admiration. So also the noble old Roman matrons, whose superb forms were gazed on delightedly by men worthy of them, were always very plainly dressed. - [Dress] Memory is not so brilliant as hope, but it is more beautiful, and a thousand times more true. - [Memory] Prejudice is the twin of illiberality. - [Prejudice] Some people have a peculiar faculty for denying facts. - [Facts] The doctor is not unfrequently death's pilot-fish. - [Doctors] Those who think that in order to dress well it is necessary to dress extravagantly or grandly make a great mistake. Nothing so well becomes true feminine beauty as simplicity. - [Dress] When a young man complains that a young lady has no heart, it is pretty certain that she has his. - [Heart] Where a young man complains that a young lady has no heart, it is pretty certain that she has his. - [Heart] Gone! gone forever!--like a rushing wave Another year has burst upon the shore Of earthly being--and its last low tones, Wandering in broken accents in the air, Are dying to an echo. - Flight of Years [Time] The waves Of the mysterious death-river moaned; The tramp, the shout, the fearful thunder-roar Of red-breathed cannon, and the wailing cry Of myriad victims, filled the air. - Lookout Mountain (l. 16) [War] 'Tis Noon;--a calm, unbroken sleep Is on the blue waves of the deep; A soft haze, like a fairy dream, Is floating over wood and stream; And many a broad magnolia flower, Within its shadowy woodland bower, Is gleaming like a lovely star. - To an Absent Wife (st. 2) [Calmness]
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