The wise man knoweth where to stop, as he runneth in the race of fortune, For experience of old hath taught him, that happiness lingered midway; And many in hot pursuit have hasted to the goal of wealth, But have lost, as they ran, those apples of gold--the mind and the power to enjoy it.

Martin Farquhar Tupper

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Well-timed silence hath more eloquence than speech. by Martin Farquhar Tupper

Well-timed silence hath more eloquence than speech.

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A babe in the house is a well-spring of pleasure, a messenger of peace and love, a resting place for innocence on earth, a link between angels and men.

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God, from a beautiful necessity, is Love. by Martin Farquhar Tupper

God, from a beautiful necessity, is Love.

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Power is seldom innocent, and envy is the yokefellow of eminence. by Martin Farquhar Tupper

Power is seldom innocent, and envy is the yokefellow of eminence.

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Confidence is conqueror of men; victorious both over them and in them; The iron will of one stout heart shall make a thousand quail; A feeble dwarf, dauntlessly resolved, will turn the tide of battle, And rally to a nobler strife the giants that had fled.

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Ridicule is a weak weapon when pointed at a strong mind; but common people are cowards and dread an empty laugh.

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Love, a brilliant fire, to gladden or consume. by Martin Farquhar Tupper

Love, a brilliant fire, to gladden or consume.

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A man too careful of danger liveth in continual torment, But a cheerful expecter of the best hath a fountain of joy within him.

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Hate furroweth the brow; and a man may frown till he hateth. by Martin Farquhar Tupper

Hate furroweth the brow; and a man may frown till he hateth.

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Let the misanthrope shun men and abjure; the most are rather lova... by Martin Farquhar Tupper

Let the misanthrope shun men and abjure; the most are rather lovable than hateful.

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Deep is the sea, and deep is hell, but pride mineth deeper; it is coiled as a poisonous worm about the foundations of the soul.

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Love is the weapon which Omnipotence reserved to conquer rebel man when all the rest had failed. Reason he parries; fear he answers blow for blow; future interest he meets with present pleasure; but love, that sun against whose melting beams the winter cannot stand--that soft subliming slumber which wrestles down the giant, there is not one human being in a million, nor a thousand men in all earth's huge quintillion, whose clay heart is hardened against love.

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Naples sitteth by the sea, keystone of an arch of azure. by Martin Farquhar Tupper

Naples sitteth by the sea, keystone of an arch of azure.

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Labour is good for a man, bracing up his energies to conquest, And without it life is dull, the man perceiving himself useless.

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Many a beggar at the crossway, or gray-haired shepherd on the plain, hath more of the end of all wealth than hundreds who multiply the means.

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Nature is the chart of God, mapping out all His attributes. by Martin Farquhar Tupper

Nature is the chart of God, mapping out all His attributes.

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As frost to the bud, and 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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Law hath dominion over all things, over universal mind and matter; For there are reciprocities of rights, which no creature can gainsay.

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Love--what a volume in a word, an ocean in a tear, A seventh heaven in a glance, a whirlwind in a sigh, The lightning in a touch, a millennium in a moment, What concentrated joy or woe in blest or blighted love! For it is that native poetry springing up indigenous to Mind, The heart's own-country music thrilling all its chords, The story without an end that angels throng to hear, The word, the king of words, carved on Jehovah's heart!

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How dear to the mind of the sage are the thoughts that are bred in loneliness; for there is as it were music at his heart, and he talketh within him as with friends.

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