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only signs of life, but sources of beauty.
human face is exactly the same in its lines on each
side, no leaf perfect in its lobes, no branch in its
symmetry. All admit irregularity as they imply
change; and to banish imperfection is to destroy
expression, to check exertion, to paralyse vitality.
All things are literally better, lovelier, and more
beloved for the imperfections which have been
divinely appointed, that the law of human life may
be Effort, and the law of human judgment, Mercy.
Ruskin.

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'ENTRES, or wooden frames, are put under the arches of a bridge, to remain no longer than till the latter are consolidated, then to be taken down and perhaps burned. So sinful pleasures are the Devil's scaffolding on which to build a habit; and, when that is once formed and fixed, the pleasures are sent for firewood and the hell begins in this life. Coleridge.

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KNOW not any crime so great that a man could contrive to commit as poisoning the sources of eternal truth.

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OH, many a shaft at random sent

Finds mark the archer never meant ;

And many a word, at random spoken,
May soothe or wound a heart that's broken.

Sir Walter Scott.

A JUST and reasonable modesty does not only

recommend eloquence but sets off every great talent which a man can be possessed of. It heightens all the virtues which it accompanies; like the shades of paintings, it raises and rounds every figure, and makes the colours more beautiful, though not so glowing as they would be without it.

Addison.

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`ORTUNE is like a market, where, many times,
if you wait a little, the price will fall.

Bacon.

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'HE fullest and best ears of corn hang lowest
towards the ground.

Bishop Reynolds.

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HE block of granite, which was an obstacle in
the pathway of the weak, becomes a stepping-
stone in the pathway of the strong.

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Carlyle.

LIKE snow that falls where waters glide,
Earth's pleasures fade away;

They melt in Time's destroying tide,
And cold are while they stay.
But joys that from religion flow,
Like stars that gild the night,
Amid the darkest gloom of woe,

Smile forth with sweetest light.

Leggett.

S frost to the bud, or blight to the blossom, even such is self-interest to friendship; for confidence cannot dwell where selfishness is porter at the gate.

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Tupper.

HE essence of true nobility is neglect of self. Let the thought of self pass in and the beauty of a great action is gone, like the bloom from a flower.

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'HERE would not be so many open mouths if there were not so many open ears.

Bishop Hall.

T is ill with a nation when the cerebrum sucks the cerebellum dry-for it cannot live by intellect alone. The broad foreheads always carry the day at last, but only when they are based on or buttressed with massive hindheads. It would be easier to make a people great in whom the animal is vigorous, than to keep one so after it had begun to spindle into over-intellectuality. The hands that have grasped dominion and held it, have been large and hard; those from which it has slipped, delicate, and apt for the lyre and the pencil. Moreover, brain is always to be bought, but passion never comes to market. Lowell.

THE 'HE passions of mankind are partly protective, partly beneficent, like the chaff and grain of the corn; but none without their use, none without nobleness, when seen in balanced unity with the rest of the spirit which they are charged to defend.

Ruskin.

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RIME and punishment grow out of one stem. Punishment is a fruit that, unsuspected, ripens within the flower of the pleasure that concealed it.

Emerson.

STANDING in one of the many studii of Carrara

—for it is a great workshop, full of beautifullyfinished copies in marble of almost every figure, group, and bust we know-it seemed, at first, so strange to me that those exquisite shapes, replete with grace, and thought, and delicate repose, should grow out of all this toil, and sweat, and torture! But I soon found a parallel to it, and an explanation of it, in every virtue that springs up in miserable ground, and every good thing that has its birth in sorrow and distress.

Dickens.

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HE golden beams of truth, and the silken cords of love twisted together, will draw men on with a sweet violence whether they will or not.

Cudworth.

POETRY has been described as "a man's thoughts tinged by his feelings."

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