C.N. Douglas, comp. Forty Thousand Quotations: Prose and Poetical. 1917.
Ruffini
A human heart is a skein of such imperceptibly and subtly interwoven threads that even the owner of it is often himself at a loss how to unravel it.
All papas and mammas have exactly that sort of sight which distinguishes objects at a distance clearly, while they need spectacles to see those under their very noses.
Anxiety never yet successfully bridged over any chasm.
Beauty is an exquisite flower, and its perfume is virtue.
Fancy borrows much from memory, and so looks back to the past.
Husband and wife,—so much in common, how different in type! Such a contrast, and yet such harmony, strength and weakness blended together.
If country life be healthful to the body, it is no less so to the mind.
Just corporeal enough to attest humanity, yet sufficiently transparent to let the celestial origin shine through.
More people laugh at us than with us, however it may appear at the moment.
Nothing is so wholesome, nothing does so much for people’s looks, as a little interchange of the small coin of benevolence.
Rank and riches are chains of gold, but still chains.
Selfishness, if but reasonably tempered with wisdom, is not such an evil trait.
The perception of the beautiful is gradual, and not a lightning revelation; it requires not only time, but some study.
The teacher is like the candle which lights others in consuming itself.
Travelers describe a tree in the island of Java whose pestiferous exhalations blight every tiny blade of grass within the compass of its shade. So it is with despotism.
Trifling favors are readily acknowledged, though cheaply esteemed; but important ones are most rarely remembered.