To-morrow is that lamp upon the marsh, which a traveller never reacheth; Martin Farquhar Tupper More Quotes by Martin Farquhar Tupper More Quotes From Martin Farquhar Tupper Well-timed silence hath more eloquence than speech. Martin Farquhar Tupper powerfulhumorouswitty 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. Martin Farquhar Tupper springbabypeace God, from a beautiful necessity, is Love. Martin Farquhar Tupper beautifullove Power is seldom innocent, and envy is the yokefellow of eminence. Martin Farquhar Tupper innocentenvypower 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. Martin Farquhar Tupper confidenceheartmen Ridicule is a weak weapon when pointed at a strong mind; but common people are cowards and dread an empty laugh. Martin Farquhar Tupper strongfearpeople Love, a brilliant fire, to gladden or consume. Martin Farquhar Tupper brilliantfirelife A man too careful of danger liveth in continual torment, But a cheerful expecter of the best hath a fountain of joy within him. Martin Farquhar Tupper cheerfuljoymen Hate furroweth the brow; and a man may frown till he hateth. Martin Farquhar Tupper hatemaymen Let the misanthrope shun men and abjure; the most are rather lovable than hateful. Martin Farquhar Tupper misanthropehatefulmen 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. Martin Farquhar Tupper pridesoulsea 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. Martin Farquhar Tupper heartwinterlove Naples sitteth by the sea, keystone of an arch of azure. Martin Farquhar Tupper azurearchessea Labour is good for a man, bracing up his energies to conquest, And without it life is dull, the man perceiving himself useless. Martin Farquhar Tupper uselessenergymen 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. Martin Farquhar Tupper shepherdswealthmean Nature is the chart of God, mapping out all His attributes. Martin Farquhar Tupper mappingattributesnature 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. Martin Farquhar Tupper budfrostself Law hath dominion over all things, over universal mind and matter; For there are reciprocities of rights, which no creature can gainsay. Martin Farquhar Tupper rightslawmind 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! Martin Farquhar Tupper kingslovecountry 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. Martin Farquhar Tupper lonelinessmindheart
