Men marry for fortune, and sometimes to please their fancy; but, much oftener than is suspected, they consider what the world will say of it--how such a woman in their friends' eyes will look at the head of a table. Hence we see so many insipid beauties made wives of, that could not have struck the particular fancy of any man that had any fancy at all.
All people have their blind side-their superstitions.
(The pig) hath a fair sepulchre in the grateful stomach of the judicious epicure - and for such a tomb might be content to die.
Your absence of mind we have borne, till your presence of body came to be called in question by it.
The light that lies In woman's eyes.
Oh, breathe not his name! let it sleep in the shade, Where cold and unhonour'd his relics are laid
Nothing to me is more distasteful than that entire complacency and satisfaction which beam in the countenances of a new married couple; in that of the lady particularly; it tells you that her lot is disposed of in this world; that you can have no hopes for her.
A clear fire, a clean hearth, and the rigour of the game.
As down in the sunless retreats of the ocean Sweet flowers are springing no mortal can see, So deep in my soul the still prayer of devotion, Unheard by the world, rises silent to Thee. As still to the star of its worship, though clouded, The needle points faithfully o'er the dim sea, So dark when I roam in this wintry world shrouded, The hope of my spirit turns trembling to Thee.
Take all the pleasures of all the spheres, And multiply each through endless years,- One minute of heaven is worth them all.
A Persian's heaven is eas'ly made: 'T is but black eyes and lemonade.
As half in shade and half in sun This world along its path advances, May that side the sun 's upon Be all that e'er shall meet thy glances!
My only books Were woman's looks,- And folly 's all they 've taught me.
Books which are no books.
The pilasters reaching down were adorned with a glistering substance (I know not what) under glass (as it seemed), resembling - a homely fancy, but I judged it to be sugar-candy; yet to my raised imagination, divested of its homelier qualities, it appeared a glorified candy.
There is not in the wide world a valley so sweet As that vale in whose bosom the bright waters meet.
He might have proved a useful adjunct, if not an ornament to society.
When I consider how little of a rarity children are -- that every street and blind alley swarms with them -- that the poorest people commonly have them in most abundance -- that there are few marriages that are not blest with at least one of these bargains -- how often they turn out ill, and defeat the fond hopes of their parents, taking to vicious courses, which end in poverty, disgrace, the gallows, etc. -- I cannot for my life tell what cause for pride there can possibly be in having them.
And when once the young heart of a maiden is stolen, The maiden herself will steal after it soon.
How sickness enlarges the dimensions of a man's self to himself! Supreme selfishness is inculcated upon him as his only duty.
Milton almost requires a solemn service of music to be played before you enter upon him. But he brings his music, to which who listen had need bring docile thoughts and purged ears.
Shut not thy purse-strings always against painted distress.
Not if I know myself at all.
Gone before To that unknown and silent shore.
In some respects the better a book is, the less it demands from the binding.
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