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any reality; and I look on what has passed as one of those wild dreams which opium occasions, and I by no means wish to repeat the nauseous dose for the sake of the fugitive illusion.--_Chesterfield._
Life is like a game of whist. I don't enjoy the game much, but I like to play my cards well, and see what will be the end of it.--_George Eliot._
He most lives who thinks most, feels the noblest, acts the best; and he whose heart beats the quickest lives the longest.--_James Martineau._
Life is so complicated a game that the devices of skill are liable to be defeated at every turn by air-blown chances, incalculable as the descent of thistledown.--_George Eliot._
When we embark in the dangerous ship called Life, we must not, like Ulysses, be tied to the mast; we must know how to listen to the songs of the sirens and to brave their blandishments.--_Arsene Houssaye._
Life is thick sown with thorns, and I know no other remedy than to pass quickly through them. The longer we dwell on our misfortunes the greater is their power to harm us.--_Voltaire._
The earnestness of life is the only passport to the satisfaction of life.--_Theodore Parker._
I am convinced that there is no man that knows life well, and remembers all the incidents of his past existence, who would accept it again; we are certainly here to punish precedent sins.--_Campbell._
The childhood of immortality.--_Goethe._
So our lives glide on; the river ends we don't know where, and the sea begins, and then there is no more jumping ashore.--_George Eliot._
We never think of the main business of life till a vain repentance minds us of it at the wrong end.--_L'Estrange._
This tide of man's life after it once turneth and declineth ever runneth with a perpetual ebb and falling stream, but never floweth again.--_Sir W. Raleigh._
If the first death be the mistress of mortals, and the mistress of the universe, reflect then on the brevity of life. "I have been, and that is all," said Saladin the Great, who was conqueror of the East. The longest liver had but a handful of days, and life itself is but a circle, always beginning where it ends.--_Henry Mayhew._
Why all this toil for the triumphs of an hour?--_Young._
The cradle and the tomb, alas! so nigh.--_Prior._
Life's short summer--man is but a flower.--_Johnson._
Man lives only to shiver and perspire.--_Sydney Smith._
O frail estate of human things!--_Dryden._
Many think themselves to be truly God-fearing when they call this world a valley of tears. But I believe they would be more so, if they called it a happy valley. God is more pleased with those who think everything right in the world, than with those who think nothing right. With so many thousand joys, is it not black ingratitude to call the world a place of sorrow and torment?--_Richter._
Life is a progress from want to want, not from enjoyment to enjoyment.--_Johnson._
We never live: we are always in the expectation of living.--_Voltaire._
Life does not count by years. Some suffer a lifetime in a day, and so grow old between the rising and the setting of the sun.--_Augusta Evans._
~Light.~--Science and art may invent splendid modes of illuminating the apartments of the opulent; but these are all poor and worthless compared with the light which the sun sends into our windows, which he pours freely, impartially, over hill and valley, which kindles daily the eastern and western sky; and so the common lights of reason and conscience and love are of more worth and dignity than the rare endowments which give celebrity to a few.--_Dr. Channing._
More light!--_Goethe's last words._
Light! Nature's resplendent robe; without whose vesting beauty all were wrapt in gloom.--_Thomson._
Hail! holy light, offspring of heaven, first born!--_Milton._
We should render thanks to God for having produced this temporal light, which is the smile of heaven and joy of the world, spreading it like a cloth of gold over the face of the air and earth, and lighting it as a torch, by which we might behold his works.--_Caussin._
~Likeness.~--Like, but oh, how different!--_Wordsworth._
~Lips.~--Lips like rosebuds peeping out of snow.--_Bailey._
He kissed me hard, as though he'd pluck up kisses by the roots that grew upon my lips.--_Shakespeare._
The lips of a fool swallow up himself.--_Bible._
~Literature.~--Literature happens to be the only occupation in which wages are not given in proportion to the goodness of the work done.--_Froude._
The literature of a people must spring from the sense of its nationality; and nationality is impossible without self-respect, and self-respect is impossible without liberty.--_Mrs. Stowe._
Cleverness is a sort of genius for instrumentality. It is the brain of the hand. In literature, cleverness is more frequently accompanied by wit, genius, and sense, than by humor.--_Coleridge._
When literature is the sole business of life, it becomes a drudgery. When we are able to resort to it only at certain hours, it is a charming relaxation. In my earlier days I was a banker's clerk, obliged to be at the desk everyday from ten till five o'clock; and I shall never forget the delight with which, on returning home, I used to read and write during the evening.--_Rogers._
Literary history is the great morgue where all seek the dead ones whom they love, or to whom they are related.--_Heinrich Heine._
Whatever the skill of any country be in sciences, it is from excellence in polite learning alone that it must expect a character from posterity.--_Goldsmith._
~Logic.~--Logic differeth from rhetoric as the fist from the palm; the one close, the other at large.--_Bacon._
Syllogism is of necessary use, even to the lovers of truth, to show them the fallacies that are often concealed in florid, witty, or involved discourses.--_Locke._
Logic is the art of convincing us of some truth.--_Bruyere._
~Love.~--Fie, fie! how wayward is this foolish love, that, like a testy babe, will scratch the nurse, and presently, all humbled, will kiss the rod!--_Shakespeare._
Love is the cross and passion of the heart; its end, its errand.--_P. L. Bailey._
Love is frightened at the intervals of insensibility and callousness that encroach by little and little on the dominion of grief, and it makes efforts to recall the keenness of the first anguish.--_George Eliot._
Love while 't is day; night cometh soon, wherein no man or maiden may.--_Joaquin Miller._
Love has a way of cheating itself consciously, like a child who plays at solitary hide-and-seek; it is pleased with assurances that it all the while disbelieves.--_George Eliot._
As soon go kindle fire with snow, as seek to quench the fire of love with words.--_Shakespeare._
Loves change sure as man or moon, and wane like warm full days of June.--_Joaquin Miller._
Take of love as a sober man takes wine; do not get drunk.--_Alfred de Musset._
Love is the admiration and cherishing of the amiable qualities of the beloved person, upon the condition of yourself being the object of their action. The qualities of the sexes correspond. The man's courage is loved by the woman, whose fortitude again is coveted by the man. His vigorous intellect is answered by her infallible tact. Can it be true, what is so constantly affirmed, that there is no sex in souls? I doubt it--I doubt it exceedingly.--_Coleridge._
As love increases prudence diminishes.--_Rochefoucauld._
Never self-possessed, or prudent, love is all abandonment.--_Emerson._
The desire to be beloved is ever restless and unsatisfied; but the love that flows out upon others is a perpetual well-spring from on high.--_L. M. Child._
Love is love's reward.--_Dryden._
The violence of love is as much to be dreaded as that of hate. When it is durable, it is serene and equable. Even its famous pains begin only with the ebb of love, for few are indeed lovers, though all would fain be.--_Thoreau._
Love makes all things possible.--_Shakespeare._
Economy in love is peace to nature, much like economy in worldly matters; we should be prudent, never love too fast; profusion will not, cannot, always last.--_Peter Pindar._ (_John W. Wolcott._)
There is no fear in love, for perfect love casteth out fear.--_Bible._
O love! thy essence is thy purity! Breathe one unhallowed breath upon thy flame and it is gone for ever, and but leaves a sullied vase,--its pure light lost in shame.--_Landor._
The pale complexion of true love.--_Shakespeare._
Love has no middle term; it either saves or destroys.--_Victor Hugo._
Young love is a flame; very pretty, often very hot and fierce, but still only light and flickering. The love of the older and disciplined heart is as coals, deep-burning, unquenchable.--_Beecher._
In love's war, he who flies is conqueror.--_Mrs. Osgood._
Where there is room in the heart there is always room in the house.--_Moore._
Love's like the measles, all the worse when it comes late in life.--_Douglas Jerrold._
Only they conquer love who run away.--_Carew._
The heart's hushed secret in the soft dark eye.--_L. E. Landon._
Love, well thou know'st, no partnership allows; cupid averse rejects divided vows.--_Prior._
Celestial rosy red, love's proper hue.--_Milton._
Those who yield their souls captive to the brief intoxication of love, if no higher and holier feeling mingle with and consecrate their dream of bliss, will shrink trembling from the pangs that attend their waking.--_Schlegel._
The first sigh of love is the last of wisdom.--_Antoine Bret._
I have enjoyed the happiness of this world, I have lived and have loved.--_Richter._
Life is a flower of which love is the honey.--_Victor Hugo._
Love is a severe critic. Hate can pardon more than love.--_Thoreau._
Young love-making, that gossamer web! Even the points it clings to--the things whence its subtle interlacings are swung--are scarcely perceptible: momentary touches of finger-tips, meetings of rays from blue and dark orbs, unfinished phrases, lightest changes of cheek and lip, faintest tremors. The web itself is made of spontaneous beliefs and indefinable joys, yearnings of one life towards another, visions of completeness, indefinite trust.--_George Eliot._
Love is the loadstone of love.--_Mrs. Osgood._
Love is never lasting which flames before it burns.--_Feltham._
The best part of woman's love is worship; but it is hard to her to be sent away with her precious spikenard rejected, and her long tresses, too, that were let fall ready to soothe the wearied feet.--_George Eliot._
Love is an Oriental despot.--_Madame Swetchine._
We must love as looking one day to hate.--_George Herbert._
Love with old men is as the sun upon the snow, it dazzles more than it warms them.--_J. Petit Senn._
Love is lowliness; on the wedding ring sparkles no jewel.--_Richter._
Love alone is wisdom, love alone is power; and where love seems to fail, it is where self has stepped between and dulled the potency of its rays.--_George MacDonald._
To speak of love is to make love.--_Balzac._
A man may be a miser of his wealth; he may tie up his talent in a napkin; he may hug himself in his reputation; but he is always generous in his love. Love cannot stay at home; a man cannot keep it to himself. Like light, it is constantly traveling. A man must spend it, must give it away.--_Macleod._
Repining love is the stillest; the shady flowers in this spring as in the other, shun sunlight.--_Richter._
Love is like the moon; when it does not increase it decreases.--_Segur._
Love is the most terrible, and also the most generous of the passions: it is the only one that includes in its dreams the happiness of some one else.--_Alphonse Karr._
A woman
Life is like a game of whist. I don't enjoy the game much, but I like to play my cards well, and see what will be the end of it.--_George Eliot._
He most lives who thinks most, feels the noblest, acts the best; and he whose heart beats the quickest lives the longest.--_James Martineau._
Life is so complicated a game that the devices of skill are liable to be defeated at every turn by air-blown chances, incalculable as the descent of thistledown.--_George Eliot._
When we embark in the dangerous ship called Life, we must not, like Ulysses, be tied to the mast; we must know how to listen to the songs of the sirens and to brave their blandishments.--_Arsene Houssaye._
Life is thick sown with thorns, and I know no other remedy than to pass quickly through them. The longer we dwell on our misfortunes the greater is their power to harm us.--_Voltaire._
The earnestness of life is the only passport to the satisfaction of life.--_Theodore Parker._
I am convinced that there is no man that knows life well, and remembers all the incidents of his past existence, who would accept it again; we are certainly here to punish precedent sins.--_Campbell._
The childhood of immortality.--_Goethe._
So our lives glide on; the river ends we don't know where, and the sea begins, and then there is no more jumping ashore.--_George Eliot._
We never think of the main business of life till a vain repentance minds us of it at the wrong end.--_L'Estrange._
This tide of man's life after it once turneth and declineth ever runneth with a perpetual ebb and falling stream, but never floweth again.--_Sir W. Raleigh._
If the first death be the mistress of mortals, and the mistress of the universe, reflect then on the brevity of life. "I have been, and that is all," said Saladin the Great, who was conqueror of the East. The longest liver had but a handful of days, and life itself is but a circle, always beginning where it ends.--_Henry Mayhew._
Why all this toil for the triumphs of an hour?--_Young._
The cradle and the tomb, alas! so nigh.--_Prior._
Life's short summer--man is but a flower.--_Johnson._
Man lives only to shiver and perspire.--_Sydney Smith._
O frail estate of human things!--_Dryden._
Many think themselves to be truly God-fearing when they call this world a valley of tears. But I believe they would be more so, if they called it a happy valley. God is more pleased with those who think everything right in the world, than with those who think nothing right. With so many thousand joys, is it not black ingratitude to call the world a place of sorrow and torment?--_Richter._
Life is a progress from want to want, not from enjoyment to enjoyment.--_Johnson._
We never live: we are always in the expectation of living.--_Voltaire._
Life does not count by years. Some suffer a lifetime in a day, and so grow old between the rising and the setting of the sun.--_Augusta Evans._
~Light.~--Science and art may invent splendid modes of illuminating the apartments of the opulent; but these are all poor and worthless compared with the light which the sun sends into our windows, which he pours freely, impartially, over hill and valley, which kindles daily the eastern and western sky; and so the common lights of reason and conscience and love are of more worth and dignity than the rare endowments which give celebrity to a few.--_Dr. Channing._
More light!--_Goethe's last words._
Light! Nature's resplendent robe; without whose vesting beauty all were wrapt in gloom.--_Thomson._
Hail! holy light, offspring of heaven, first born!--_Milton._
We should render thanks to God for having produced this temporal light, which is the smile of heaven and joy of the world, spreading it like a cloth of gold over the face of the air and earth, and lighting it as a torch, by which we might behold his works.--_Caussin._
~Likeness.~--Like, but oh, how different!--_Wordsworth._
~Lips.~--Lips like rosebuds peeping out of snow.--_Bailey._
He kissed me hard, as though he'd pluck up kisses by the roots that grew upon my lips.--_Shakespeare._
The lips of a fool swallow up himself.--_Bible._
~Literature.~--Literature happens to be the only occupation in which wages are not given in proportion to the goodness of the work done.--_Froude._
The literature of a people must spring from the sense of its nationality; and nationality is impossible without self-respect, and self-respect is impossible without liberty.--_Mrs. Stowe._
Cleverness is a sort of genius for instrumentality. It is the brain of the hand. In literature, cleverness is more frequently accompanied by wit, genius, and sense, than by humor.--_Coleridge._
When literature is the sole business of life, it becomes a drudgery. When we are able to resort to it only at certain hours, it is a charming relaxation. In my earlier days I was a banker's clerk, obliged to be at the desk everyday from ten till five o'clock; and I shall never forget the delight with which, on returning home, I used to read and write during the evening.--_Rogers._
Literary history is the great morgue where all seek the dead ones whom they love, or to whom they are related.--_Heinrich Heine._
Whatever the skill of any country be in sciences, it is from excellence in polite learning alone that it must expect a character from posterity.--_Goldsmith._
~Logic.~--Logic differeth from rhetoric as the fist from the palm; the one close, the other at large.--_Bacon._
Syllogism is of necessary use, even to the lovers of truth, to show them the fallacies that are often concealed in florid, witty, or involved discourses.--_Locke._
Logic is the art of convincing us of some truth.--_Bruyere._
~Love.~--Fie, fie! how wayward is this foolish love, that, like a testy babe, will scratch the nurse, and presently, all humbled, will kiss the rod!--_Shakespeare._
Love is the cross and passion of the heart; its end, its errand.--_P. L. Bailey._
Love is frightened at the intervals of insensibility and callousness that encroach by little and little on the dominion of grief, and it makes efforts to recall the keenness of the first anguish.--_George Eliot._
Love while 't is day; night cometh soon, wherein no man or maiden may.--_Joaquin Miller._
Love has a way of cheating itself consciously, like a child who plays at solitary hide-and-seek; it is pleased with assurances that it all the while disbelieves.--_George Eliot._
As soon go kindle fire with snow, as seek to quench the fire of love with words.--_Shakespeare._
Loves change sure as man or moon, and wane like warm full days of June.--_Joaquin Miller._
Take of love as a sober man takes wine; do not get drunk.--_Alfred de Musset._
Love is the admiration and cherishing of the amiable qualities of the beloved person, upon the condition of yourself being the object of their action. The qualities of the sexes correspond. The man's courage is loved by the woman, whose fortitude again is coveted by the man. His vigorous intellect is answered by her infallible tact. Can it be true, what is so constantly affirmed, that there is no sex in souls? I doubt it--I doubt it exceedingly.--_Coleridge._
As love increases prudence diminishes.--_Rochefoucauld._
Never self-possessed, or prudent, love is all abandonment.--_Emerson._
The desire to be beloved is ever restless and unsatisfied; but the love that flows out upon others is a perpetual well-spring from on high.--_L. M. Child._
Love is love's reward.--_Dryden._
The violence of love is as much to be dreaded as that of hate. When it is durable, it is serene and equable. Even its famous pains begin only with the ebb of love, for few are indeed lovers, though all would fain be.--_Thoreau._
Love makes all things possible.--_Shakespeare._
Economy in love is peace to nature, much like economy in worldly matters; we should be prudent, never love too fast; profusion will not, cannot, always last.--_Peter Pindar._ (_John W. Wolcott._)
There is no fear in love, for perfect love casteth out fear.--_Bible._
O love! thy essence is thy purity! Breathe one unhallowed breath upon thy flame and it is gone for ever, and but leaves a sullied vase,--its pure light lost in shame.--_Landor._
The pale complexion of true love.--_Shakespeare._
Love has no middle term; it either saves or destroys.--_Victor Hugo._
Young love is a flame; very pretty, often very hot and fierce, but still only light and flickering. The love of the older and disciplined heart is as coals, deep-burning, unquenchable.--_Beecher._
In love's war, he who flies is conqueror.--_Mrs. Osgood._
Where there is room in the heart there is always room in the house.--_Moore._
Love's like the measles, all the worse when it comes late in life.--_Douglas Jerrold._
Only they conquer love who run away.--_Carew._
The heart's hushed secret in the soft dark eye.--_L. E. Landon._
Love, well thou know'st, no partnership allows; cupid averse rejects divided vows.--_Prior._
Celestial rosy red, love's proper hue.--_Milton._
Those who yield their souls captive to the brief intoxication of love, if no higher and holier feeling mingle with and consecrate their dream of bliss, will shrink trembling from the pangs that attend their waking.--_Schlegel._
The first sigh of love is the last of wisdom.--_Antoine Bret._
I have enjoyed the happiness of this world, I have lived and have loved.--_Richter._
Life is a flower of which love is the honey.--_Victor Hugo._
Love is a severe critic. Hate can pardon more than love.--_Thoreau._
Young love-making, that gossamer web! Even the points it clings to--the things whence its subtle interlacings are swung--are scarcely perceptible: momentary touches of finger-tips, meetings of rays from blue and dark orbs, unfinished phrases, lightest changes of cheek and lip, faintest tremors. The web itself is made of spontaneous beliefs and indefinable joys, yearnings of one life towards another, visions of completeness, indefinite trust.--_George Eliot._
Love is the loadstone of love.--_Mrs. Osgood._
Love is never lasting which flames before it burns.--_Feltham._
The best part of woman's love is worship; but it is hard to her to be sent away with her precious spikenard rejected, and her long tresses, too, that were let fall ready to soothe the wearied feet.--_George Eliot._
Love is an Oriental despot.--_Madame Swetchine._
We must love as looking one day to hate.--_George Herbert._
Love with old men is as the sun upon the snow, it dazzles more than it warms them.--_J. Petit Senn._
Love is lowliness; on the wedding ring sparkles no jewel.--_Richter._
Love alone is wisdom, love alone is power; and where love seems to fail, it is where self has stepped between and dulled the potency of its rays.--_George MacDonald._
To speak of love is to make love.--_Balzac._
A man may be a miser of his wealth; he may tie up his talent in a napkin; he may hug himself in his reputation; but he is always generous in his love. Love cannot stay at home; a man cannot keep it to himself. Like light, it is constantly traveling. A man must spend it, must give it away.--_Macleod._
Repining love is the stillest; the shady flowers in this spring as in the other, shun sunlight.--_Richter._
Love is like the moon; when it does not increase it decreases.--_Segur._
Love is the most terrible, and also the most generous of the passions: it is the only one that includes in its dreams the happiness of some one else.--_Alphonse Karr._
A woman
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