C.N. Douglas, comp. Forty Thousand Quotations: Prose and Poetical. 1917.
Worth
Worth makes the man, and want of it the fellow.
What is aught but as ’tis valued?
Oh that simplicity and innocence its own unvalued work so seldom knows!
Beauties that from worth arise are like the grace of deities.
I know transplanted human worth will bloom to profit otherwise.
We are valued either too highly or not high enough; we are never taken at our real worth.
Worth begets in base minds envy; in great souls, emulation.
The game is not worth the candle.
Real worth requires no interpreter; its everyday deeds form its blazonry.
It is easier to appear worthy of a position one does not hold, than of the office which one fills.
We see, though ordered for the best, permitted laurels grace the lawless brow, the unworthy raised, the worthy cast below.
Give me but these,—a spirit tempest-tried, a brow unshrinking, and a soul of flame; the joy of conscious worth, its courage and its pride.
True worth is as inevitably discovered by the facial expression, as its opposite is sure to be clearly represented there. The human face is nature’s tablet, the truth is certainly written thereon.