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W.H. Leavitt + +This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with +almost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: Wise or Otherwise + +Author: Lydia Leavitt +Thad. W.H. Leavitt + +Release Date: June 14, 2005 [EBook #16065] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ASCII + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK WISE OR OTHERWISE *** + + + + +Produced by Early Canadiana Online, Robert Cicconetti, +Chuck Greif and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team +at https://www.pgdp.net + + + + + + +</pre> + + +<div class="center"> + <img src="images/front.png" border="0" + alt="Frontispiece" title="Frontispiece" /> +</div> + +<h1>WISE</h1> + +<h1>OR</h1> + +<h1>OTHERWISE</h1> + + +<h3>By</h3> + +<h2>LYDIA LEAVITT</h2> + +<h3>AUTHOR OF "BOHEMIAN SOCIETY," "A TRIP AROUND THE WORLD," ETC., ETC.</h3> + +<h3>and</h3> + +<h2>Thad. W.H. Leavitt</h2> + +<div class="preface"><i>Entered according to Act of Parliament in the year 1898, by Lydia +Leavitt and Thad. W.H. Leavitt, at the Department of Agriculture.</i></div> + +<hr style="width: 5%;" /> + +<h2><i>Illustrated by Anna Lake</i></h2> +<hr style="width: 5%;" /> + +<h3>WELLS PUBLISHING CO.</h3> + +<h3>TORONTO</h3> +<hr style="width: 5%;" /> + +<h3>1898</h3> + +<hr style="width: 5%;" /> +<h3>CONTENTS:</h3> + +<hr style="width: 5%;" /> +<div class="dots"> +<ul><li><a href="#PREFACE"><b>PREFACE</b></a></li> +<li><a href="#BOOK_THE_FIRST"><b>BOOK THE FIRST</b></a> +<ul><li><a href="#LEAD_KINDLY_LIGHT"><b>LEAD KINDLY LIGHT</b></a></li> +<li><a href="#A_FABLE"><b>A FABLE</b></a></li> +<li><a href="#THE_WIND"><b>THE WIND</b></a></li> +<li><a href="#PASSING_THOUGHTS"><b>PASSING THOUGHTS</b></a></li> +</ul></li> +<li><a href="#BOOK_THE_SECOND"><b>BOOK THE SECOND</b></a> +<ul><li><a href="#ODDS_AND-ENDS"><b>ODDS AND-ENDS</b></a></li></ul></li></ul> +</div> + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="PREFACE" id="PREFACE"></a>PREFACE</h2> +<hr style="width: 5%;" /> + +<div class="preface">It is probable that the reader will discover among the "Short Sayings" +some familiar acquaintance and even old friend, unconsciously +appropriated. Should such be the case, kindly credit to the "Wise" and +leave the "Otherwise" to</div> + +<h3>THE AUTHORS.</h3> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h1><a name="BOOK_THE_FIRST" id="BOOK_THE_FIRST"></a>BOOK THE FIRST</h1> + +<h3>BY</h3> + +<h2>LYDIA LEAVITT</h2> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h1><a name="LEAD_KINDLY_LIGHT" id="LEAD_KINDLY_LIGHT"></a>LEAD KINDLY LIGHT</h1> + +<div style="width:269px;float:left;"> +<img src="images/lead.png" border="0" alt="Lead" title="Lead" style="width:100%;" /> +</div> +<p><br /> "Lead, kindly light," The words are lightly spoken by the young, who +tread life's pathway with nimble feet, whose eager hands are +outstretched to gather life's roses, regardless of thorns, whose voice +is rippling with laughter and mirth, with blood coursing through the +veins and bright eyes looking fearlessly into the future; the words have +merely a joyous, musical ring. "Lead, kindly light." </p> + +<p>"Lead, kindly light." The words are gravely spoken by the middle-aged, +whose feet have grown a trifle weary, whose hands have gathered the +roses, only to find them turned to ashes, whose laughter has more +sadness than mirth, whose eyes have grown dim, whose lips tremblingly +plead, "Lead, kindly light." "Lead, kindly light." The words are +whispered by the old, whose tired feet are unable to move, whose palsied +hands are helpless, whose head is bowed by the weight of years, whose +eyes are sightless, from whose trembling lips are scarcely heard the +whispered prayer, "Lead, kindly light."</p> + +<p>"Lead, kindly light." The sunken eyes are closed in death, the tired +hands are folded, the heart has ceased to beat, the mute lips are +stilled, the weary feet are at rest, a look of ineffable peace rests +upon the still face, while all the air is filled with sweet music and +the murmur of gentle voices pleading, "Lead, kindly light."</p> + +<div class="center"> + <img src="images/sunburst.png" border="0" + alt="Sunburst" title="Sunburst" /> +</div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h1><a name="A_FABLE" id="A_FABLE"></a>A FABLE</h1> +<div style="width:268px;float:right;"> +<img src="images/afable.png" border="0" alt="A Fable" title="A Fable" style="width:100%;" /> +</div> + +<p> In one of the German forests the stood a tree, which could not be +classified by any of the learned scientists. It was not more beautiful +than many others, but there were distinctive peculiarities which no +other tree possessed. Her dress was of a sadder hue than that of her +companions, and the birds refused to build their nests in her branches. +She was unable to understand the language of her brothers and sisters +and so stood alone and unheeded in the dense forest. One morning she +awakened and found standing by her side a companion tree, odd, like +herself, and she said in her heart:—"I shall be no longer alone. +He will understand my language and we shall hold sweet converse." But +he, in his heart, was saying—"What strange tree is this? We two +are unlike all our companions. I like it not." But she did not hear the +murmur of discontent, and her heart grew glad within her at the great +joy that had come to her and she said in her heart:—"I will cause +him to forget that we are unlike our companions; I will sing to him my +softest songs and gradually her dress of sombre green assumed a brighter +hue, young buds sprang forth, her branches waved softly in the breeze +and she wooed the birds by gentle voice to build their nests in her +arms, and, </p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"In foul weather and in fair,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Day by day in vaster numbers,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Flocked the poets of the air."<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>At eventide she folded them in her bosom, that their songs might not +disturb the sleep of her companion, and while all the forest slept, she +alone was awake and, in the silence of the night, she murmured softly, +"Ich liebe Dich," and when the sun arose the birds from her arms flew +through the forest, singing, "Ich liebe Dich," and all the trees took up +the song; the birds, the trees and the brooks caught up the refrain and +all the great forest sang, "Ich liebe Dich, Ich liebe Dich."</p> + +<p>So the summer passed and her heart grew sad, for she saw the discontent +of her companion, but she said to herself, "When the winter comes I will +shelter him from the blasts," but he said complainingly, "I would I were +like the other trees; I would like my garments to be as those I see +around me. I would my limbs were as those of my companions all through +the forest." And she heard, and said to herself, "I will make his +garments of brilliant green." So she sent from her own roots and +branches the sap—her life blood—to enrich the roots and beautify the +dress of her companion. When the cold blast of winter swept through the +forest she sheltered him with her long limbs, when the snow fell she +covered his head with her branches and caught the weight of snow in her +own arms; so all through the long winter she sheltered him from the +blasts and the weight of snow bore heavily on her branches and at times +they grew weary almost to breaking but her great heart never faltered.</p> + +<p>So the spring came and day by day she sent from her own store of +life-blood to enrich that of her companion and soon his garments assumed +the most brilliant hues of all the trees in the forest; the leaves +glinted and glistened in the sunlight, and from the branches there was +ever a low murmur of song; the birds came to build their nests and rear +their young in his arms; and over all there floated a delicate perfume +born of the love which she had breathed over him all the long winter. So +in all the forest there was none so beautiful and stately as he.</p> + +<p>His companion said, "Now will he be happy," but her own great heart +began to beat more slowly, the life-blood of which she had given him +could not be replaced, and her garments gradually assumed a sombre hue +and her arms were empty, for the birds no longer nested there.</p> + +<p>One morning she awakened and found her companion gone. He had joined the +other trees in the forest; and now the limbs that had borne the weight +of snow began to wither, her leaves began to fall, and when the winter +came again there was no raiment to cover her.</p> + +<p> +And the woodman said,<br /> +"We will cut this tree down, it is dead."<br /> +</p> +<div class="center"> + <img src="images/cutthetree.png" border="0" + alt="Cut the tree" title="Cut the tree" /> +</div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h1><a name="THE_WIND" id="THE_WIND"></a>THE WIND</h1> +<div style="width:318px;float:left;"> +<img src="images/wind.png" border="0" alt="The Wind" title="The Wind" style="width:100%;" /> +</div> + +<p>"Hark to the voice of the wind!" we say, as the windows rattle and house +shakes; the winds as they shout in angry voices, clamoring louder in +their fury, are telling of storms at sea, of the battles with the ships +and the brave hearts that have gone to their death.</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"It has been on the desolate ocean<br /></span> +<span class="i2">When the lightening struck the mast;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">It has heard the cry of the drowning,<br /></span> +<span class="i2">Who sank as they hurried past.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The words of despair and anguish<br /></span> +<span class="i2">That were heard by no living ear;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The gun that no signal answered—<br /></span> +<span class="i2">It brings them all to us here.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Hark to the voice of the wind!"<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>It shakes angrily the trees whose limbs are swaying in protest against +the onslaught; it carries the leaves rustling to the ground, and in its +fury uproots the giant oaks, which groan in agony as they are hurled to +the ground, lying like soldiers on the field of battle.</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Hark to the voice of the wind!"<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>Its fury is abated, and softly, like a benediction it enters the room +where the weary mother is watching by the bedside of her sick child; it +gently fans the fevered head; it touches with a caress the parched lips +of the babe, and with murmur of song it lulls the child to rest.</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Hark to the voice of the wind."<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>It enters the counting room of the tired man of business, bringing a +perfume of flowers: he lays down his pen, while his thoughts go back to +the home of his boyhood, to the meadows, to the hillside covered with +flowers, the new-mown hay, and the tired brain is refreshed, he knows +not how, and the unseen messenger is gone—</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Hark to the voice of the wind!"<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>It visits the silent City of the Dead and gently scatters the leaves +over the new-made grave of a young child, sighing softly the while, the +voice now rising, now falling, sobbing and moaning, and at last dies +away in a melancholy sound, like the strings of an Aeolian harp touched +by unseen hands.</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Hark to the music of the wind!"<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>Human nature approaches the Divine in moments of great sacrifice, +forgiveness and self-forgetfulness.</p> + +<div class="center"> + <img src="images/sunburst.png" border="0" + alt="Sunburst" title="Sunburst" /> +</div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h1><a name="PASSING_THOUGHTS" id="PASSING_THOUGHTS"></a>PASSING THOUGHTS</h1> + + +<p>"It seems the fate of woman to wait in silence while men act," 'Men must +work and woman must weep.'</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> +<p>How delightful it must be to understand one's own nature thoroughly, to +know that no whirlwind will ever sweep us off the beaten track, no +stormy passions stir the calm placidity of our life. But is that life? +No, give me the glories of expectation, the wildest exhaltation; the +heart beating, the brain throbbing, the stormiest passions with force +enough to carry everything before them, even if they bring deep +grief—that is life.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>People who deal in dry, hard facts are not interesting. They may make +themselves names in the financial world, may become railway magnates and +coal kings, may control the money market; but they are not interesting. +They are the prose of life. They who see the clouds forming into +fantastic shapes, the glories of a sunset, the shadows in pools, the +colour on a bird's wing, the rose tint on the cheek of a child,—they +and such as they are the poetry of life.</p> + +<p>Man's inhumanity to man is proverbial, woman's inhumanity to woman is +diabolical.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>"Society, as it exists at present moment in Colonial towns and cities, +possesses neither birth, brains or breeding."</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>"We hear men speak so frequently of womanly women, ending their praises +with, 'she is essentially womanly.' I knew one of these womanly women, +whose voice was like liquid music, whose ways were gentle, whose eyes +filled with tears at the recital of some tale of woe, and always about +her was an air of gentle, womanly sweetness and dainty femininity. She +had a friend who loved her, one whose voice was not so soft, whose +manner was brusque, who was considered, "not quite good form, you know." +My womanly woman allowed this friend to take upon herself the burden of +a sin which she herself had committed, allowed her to bear the brunt of +scorn and contumely of her world, allowed her to die without righting +the great wrong. A lonely grave and a plain marble slab mark the spot +where she who was "not quite good form," lies: while she, to whom she +had given more than life, gathers the rose leaves with dainty grace, for +she is so essentially 'womanly.'"</p> + +<p>Life: a little joy, great sorrow, some tragedy, and the curtain falls.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>Nothing can hurt so cruelly as the hand of love. The hand of hate is +velvet in comparison.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>There are women who consider the world well lost for the man whom they +love and idealize; while upon close acquaintance they would discover +that he was not worth even the loss of a dinner.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>Twelve "good men and true", will, after mature deliberation, consign a +man to the gallows. Twelve women, good and true, will, without any +deliberation, send a woman to death by their venomous tongues.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>There are a few people who would change their individuality for that of +another. We might be willing to exchange positions, to exchange all that +is apparent to the eyes of the world, but our inner consciousness, our +memories, our thoughts, feelings and desires; all that is part and +parcel of ourselves, we hold sacred.</p> + +<p>Some minds are so small that a favour weighs heavily upon them.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>At times one is inclined to believe that even the gods are guilty of +favouritism.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>Some people's lives are like a flower, the more they are crushed, the +sweeter the perfume they exhale.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>There are some people who look so rigidly virtuous and repellant that it +is a satisfaction to feel one's self just a little bit wicked.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>We look to the higher classes and to the lower for good breeding. Middle +class people are proverbially ill-bred. What can equal the airs and +assumptions of the retired grocer's wife, who has neither the breeding +of a lady, nor the unaffected manner of the working-woman.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>What a pity there is such an incessant babbling of human tongues, when +the daisies by the wayside, the trees of the forest, the birds in their +nests, could tell us such wondrous things if our ears were attuned to +hear, but the senses are deadened by the discordant din of dismal +sounds.</p> + +<p>Love is the one power which transfigures the common things of life.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>One-half of our lives is spent in making blunders, the other half in +trying to rectify them.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>How useless to tell many people to think, for they have nothing to +think. A man reasons, a woman divines.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>There are so many inconsistencies in life that at times one is appalled. +Take marriage, for instance:—A young woman marries a man who is +tottering on the brink of the grave; old, blaze, a worn-out roue; but +with money enough to gild and gloss the antiquated ruin. She goes before +a clergyman and promises to love, honour and obey. Yes; she loves the +luxury with which she will be surrounded, the glitter of diamonds, the +equipages, the great house, all the paraphanalia of wealth, but she +<i>hates</i> the trembling, tottering, blear-eyed object who bought her.</p> + +<p>The clergyman gives his blessing, society receives them with open arms, +and legalized prostitution is upheld by the majesty of the law and +encircled by the sanctified robes of the Church.</p> + +<p>The ruling passion of the age: worship of self and worship of pelf.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>The age of good breeding has passed; insolence has taken its place.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>A woman ceases to think of self when she looks in the face of her +new-born child.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>There are people who go through life as if they were going to their own +funeral—and did not enjoy it.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>I would rather have for a friend the most thorough-paced scamp, with a +generous heart, than the most respectable, canting, whining, Pharisee.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>To stand in a rarefied atmosphere on a mountain height and view the +struggles of ordinary mortals below may be poetic, but it is very +lonely.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>A woman may defy the world for a man she loves, and imagine that he will +love her for the sacrifice, but no greater mistake can be made. Men are +not so constituted. When he sees her standing alone, dishonored, a mark +for the finger of scorn, her charm for him is forever lost.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> +<p>Realism is the grave of love.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>A woman's smile is two edged.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>Life is too short to prepare a soul for eternity</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>A great love is only inspired by a great nature.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>It is as wise to cultivate forgetfulness as memory.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>Society, a haven for fools; literature and art for brains.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>Many people have courage to face anything but themselves.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>A woman is always in love, either with herself or with love.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>Two things in life man regards with esteem: himself and his pipe.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>Truth and sincerity are only found in the face of a child and the eyes +of a dog.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>A young face and an old heart are sorry companions, but an old face and +a young heart are sorrier still.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>What people will 'say' is the bugbear of small minds.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>Love would cease to exist were it not for the gift of idealizing.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>A fly is but a small thing, yet it can disturb the greatest philosopher.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>Is a new soul created at every birth, or are we merely corpses warmed +over?</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>Kind words and a sympathetic handclasp have done more to reclaim lost +souls than all the tracts ever published.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>A minute is a short duration of time, yet in that interval one may +experience the whole gamut of human emotions.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>If the world valued us as we value ourselves the heavens would not be +sufficiently large whereon to inscribe our greatness.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>What becomes of the characters who play an important part in fiction; +the strong, brave, true fiction-people, whom we love as we read? Is +there no place for them in the world peopled by shadows?</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>There are men who will accept any and every sacrifice from a woman and +after making her a wreck, socially and morally, will say to her, "I fear +that I am injuring you, so I will sacrifice myself and deny myself the +pleasure of your society." Such men would sneak into heaven by a side +entrance.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>Fate, in a sportive mood, performs some wonderful acrobatic feats with +human nature; gives love of oriental luxury to the woman with nothing a +year; appreciation of all that is beautiful and artistic, to the +ploughman; an epicurian taste to the starving mechanic; while to the +woman rolling in wealth is given the manners and tastes of the +fish-wife; to the multi-millionaire the habits of the canaille, and fate +laughs with glee over the fantastic, incongruous muddle of the thing +called Life.</p> + +<div class="center"> + <img src="images/sunburst.png" border="0" + alt="Sunburst" title="Sunburst" /> +</div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h1><a name="BOOK_THE_SECOND" id="BOOK_THE_SECOND"></a>BOOK THE SECOND</h1> + +<h3>BY</h3> + +<h2>THAD. W.H. LEAVITT</h2> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h1><a name="ODDS_AND-ENDS" id="ODDS_AND-ENDS"></a>ODDS AND-ENDS</h1> + + +<p>Man's greatest enemy is himself.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>Never chide fate while will sleeps.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>The prophet must know the past.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>Foul words kill the sweetest flowers.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>Repentant tears are the soul's pearls.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>Common customs are not nature's laws.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>No man blesses the calm until after the storm.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>Much study makes a full head and an empty stomach.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>You cannot fan the ashes of a dead love into a flame.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>Innocence, like a beautiful dying day, goes out with a purple blush.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>To steer the true course, one must not only see the star but have a +pilot.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>It is easier to remove a mountain than to wash out a spot on a woman's +reputation.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>The marble heart has valves of flint.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>Women covet satin, as men covet gold.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>The garments of virtue are of spun gold.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>When law is blind examine your own heart.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>Valour in defence of wrong becomes a crime.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>Man ceases to be a man when his passions die.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>Trembling patience is better than proud evil.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>Malice and ignorance constantly itch for trouble.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>Life is not a funeral dole but a living present.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>He honours the state who refuses to commit a wrong.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>Opportunities, like pretty maids, should be embraced.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>Man's injustice to man shall not be an eternal stain.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>Defeat may be more glorious than victory.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>Venom is the juice of a toad tainting the sweet air.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>You have but to sow the seeds of malice to reap a crop of grief.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>Men who would face a cannon, tremble before a golden calf.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>There is no music for man so sweet as that set upon a woman's tongue.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>I never could understand why doleful songs should herald a joyous +hereafter.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>If you keep your eyes fixed upon the stars you will fall into the first +mill pond.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>You are told, "That if you violate a sacrament of the church you will +howl in hell for it." You know that if you violate nature's laws you +will howl here.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>While poverty spins threads of gold with which to weave a garment to +cover her nakedness, the plutocrat melts the threads into sovereigns for +his own use.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>Every yellow stream is not the Tiber.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>The wise man dreads, not noise, but eternal silence.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>Loud complaints may be only vents for little ills.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>It is not enough to conceive a truth, we must act.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>When one is bereft of hope the last sorrow has arrived.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>The woman who loves not flattery has yet to be born.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>This must be a golden age—everybody is running after it.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>Beauty is the recompense given to women for her weakness.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>Some sins squeak like a snared rabbit—others roar like a lion.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>An immaculate reputation may hide a multitude of black lies.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>Angels walk on threads of gold from heaven to earth. These threads are +only spun in the loom of the human heart.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>Abject spirits creep—men walk.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>A small hole is a cavern to a mole.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>A kiss hangs not long on a pretty lip.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>You cannot rear a new babe on old milk.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>A man may woo a dove and marry a screech owl.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>Satire is a javelin which pierces the thickest skin.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>A mist may hide the sun but it does not blot it out.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>Some women prefer a great infamy to a little honour.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>Regard not the manner of your death but your daily life.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>A churlish silence is harder to endure than a sharp tongue.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>The man who gives away his freedom is everlastingly bankrupt.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>The rubbish from men's tongues is hoarded while nature speaks unheard.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>Human misery is not a volunteer.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>Mirth's best nursery is contentment.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>Men fly, women melt into a passion.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>Prejudice is the marrow of superstition.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>Better a crust of bread than a funeral elegy.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>Woman's first fault is no excuse for man's last.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>Kind words are honey drops to the tired soul.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>A bad tongue is not the clapper of a good heart.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>Crossed love is forgotten—crossed opinions, never.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>Distrust but do not refuse an untried remedy.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>Hope is the only flavour for a diet of adversity.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>He is near to happiness who makes another smile.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>Greed is swifter than a greyhound.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>Results give the lie to many boasts.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>Nothing beslimes like a fawning tongue.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>The smallest pirates fly the blackest flags.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>The coming tempest is no less a great wind.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>Better a bleeding wound than pent up agony.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>Gigantic robberies are nevertheless robberies.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>Every furrow in the brow represents a drag-tooth of care.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>A tempestuous petticoat is more bewitching than a satin gown.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>For the light of beauty men go down into the darkest pits.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>The smart of the lash soon dies—the memory of it never.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>The meaner a man is, the meaner he not only feels but looks.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>The greenest turf covers the blackest soil.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>Only an earthquake can shake a selfish soul.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>One woman-wolf is more to be dreaded than a den of lions.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>There are women whose smile is poison, whose touch is death.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>Bequeath your good deeds to memory, your bad deeds to oblivion.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>Pity, as soft as feathered flakes of snow, whitens all it falls upon.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>If we peep behind a curtain we may see the ghost of our own hopes +grinning at us.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>The albatross, like a great soul, remains aloft without the flutter of a +feather.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>My sovereign hope is the inate desire of the human heart that justice be +done.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>Love is as much higher, than justice as is the tallest mountain above an +ant hill.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>The people have so often been beguiled that now they refuse to believe +the truth.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> +<p>Why is it that down hill is always greased?</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>A stain upon a woman's honour is indelible.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>Insolence is brutal—arrogance, intolerable.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>The seeds of ill grow best in the most sterile soil.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>A heart pickled in gall cannot be called a sweetmeat.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>The promise of eternal sleep is not sweet to a live man.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>The most worthless woman is bought at the highest price.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>A man can put away his wife but he cannot divorce a memory.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>Many of our good intentions are so feeble, that like snow flakes, they +melt as they come.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>The earth is a fertile womb bringing forth fruits for all. A few men +claim they are God's first sons and take the crop.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>There are women who breath forth intoxicating perfumes. The man who +inhales them is in danger of great good or of great evil.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>Nature, unheard, performs her greatest deeds.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>Ingratitude is a tree whose fruit poisons the very air.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>Many could make lye out of the cold ashes of their hopes.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>Gather the blossoms daily—the frost may come at night.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>Plant no flowers on the graves of those we have neglected in life.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>Some men are not content so long as an unfinished crime remains.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>Some men prefer the drudgery of the devil to the sleep of innocence.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>Women are tempted to taste a little evil, just to know what it is like.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>Every life leads up to a precipice, over which a few jump, the others +tumble in and are lost.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>We know that death is ever marching behind us but we never name the day +when he will catch up.</p> + +<p>To hunt for mischief is to catch disaster.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>Even a sigh trembles through the universe.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>Nature must love woman to fashion her so beautiful.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>The chain of some men's fate must be made of adamant.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>Revere the dust—it was the men and women of long ago.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>The keenest blade in South Africa is made from Ralph iron.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>He believed her an angel—married and found her only a woman.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>A curled knot of snakes is not as deadly as the signature to a mortgage.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>In London they no longer say, "Lend me your purse—but your name."</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>A painter's description of matrimony—<br/> +Introduction: the background.<br/> +Courtship: the middle ground.<br/> +Engagement: the foreground.<br/> +Marriage: the nude subject.</p> + + +<p>Kruger is the epitome of obsolete ideas and living force.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>A bleating lamb in a great city is in greater danger than in the darkest +wood.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>There be three birds.</p> + +<p>One lives only in the highest altitudes.</p> + +<p>This bird is Truth.</p> + +<p>One lives on the plain.</p> + +<p>This bird is Expediency.</p> + +<p>One lives in the mire.</p> + +<p>This bird is Subserviency.</p> + +<p>He who writes with a feather plucked from the wing of the first bird +will not be listened to for ages to come.</p> + +<p>He who writes with a feather plucked from the wing of the second bird +will receive the plaudits of the people.</p> + +<p>He who writes with a feather plucked from the wing of the third bird +will be worshipped by the mob.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>Not gold, not broad acres, not vast power, not blazoned titles, not +eloquence, but truth is the lever which moves the world.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>When Europe completes the process of Christianizing China that nation +will have disappeared from the map.</p> + +<p>The truth-seeker never digs in the columns of the political newspaper.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>A money shaver with a conscience would soon be poorer than his clients.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>I have read of the dog-like affection of woman—I have seen their +cat-like characteristics.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>Bread snatched from the poor becomes a stone in the rich man's belly. He +has only to eat his fill to sink.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>What a gas lamp is to a moth, the same is a rose diamond to a +woman—neither see the danger till they are dead.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>In olden times Sodom and Gomorrah swallowed up the wicked. In modern +times Chicago swallows up the good.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>Chinaman's soliloquy. "First come missionary, big prayers, little book. +Singee 'Peace on earth and good willee to all men.' Russian Bear swallow +Manchuria, French Eagle strippe off Yellow Jacket, Bille Emperor stealee +Peacock Feather, English Lion grabbe Pig Tail. Damme, hungry lion want +everything."</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>Slander is more subtile than any microbe.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>You cannot squander ten thousand a year and then balance the account by +thrusting a stale bun, dipped in charity soup, into a beggar's hand.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>Lolling on a velvet cushion in a fashionable church will not be a valid +answer when you meet the poor girl 'beyond' whom you ground down to make +trousers for twenty cents a pair. You didn't do it? You wore the +trousers, it's all the same.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>A cynic's description of the honeymoon—<br/> +Kisses allopathic.<br/> +Kisses homeopathic.<br/> +The cold douche.<br/> +Hot mustard plasters.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>A lawyer's description of matrimony in the United States—<br/> +Court—Appeal. +The suit filed.<br/> +Rival—an interpleader.<br/> +Marriage. Judgement given.<br/> +Household expenses. Costs.<br/> +Family jars. Proceedings for alimony.<br/> +Final hearing. Divorce absolute.<br/> +Quit claim. Deed to another man.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>The sea-side resorts attract many queer fish.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>The politician is what the people make him.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>The child which cries for bread is a menace to the state.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>Infamy may rise to such a height as to become famous.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>More women have been killed by innuendo than by hard work.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>To the small boy a circus is more alluring than the Psalms of Solomon.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>Eternity is an endless chain whose links are youth, old age and decay.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>The shark turns on his back to devour his prey—the hypocrite prays that +he may devour.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>The money lender should provide himself with an asbestos overcoat when +he leaves this world.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>Every girl in store or office means a man without employment. Every man +without employment is a man incapable of supporting a wife. Do you see +the inevitable result?</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>Laughter is the doctor's deadliest enemy.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>Praise is the cheapest coin but more potent than gold.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>If all men were brothers nations would cease to exist.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>Years are required to make a brutal man—hours, a woman.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>We praise God for our victories. What does the other fellow do?</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>Patriotism is but another name for, 'love yourself and hate your +neighbors.'</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>If churches were made as attractive as gin palaces, the former, not the +latter, would be open six days in the week.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>When you get there, you will find that Eternal Justice is not built on +the departmental store system. Some pale-faced girl will offer the +evidence.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>Once Pity and Charity perched on every cloistered gate and cried, +'welcome.' Now they only venture forth on public occasions, when they +will be seen of all men.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>The cat's serenade gives tone to the back yard.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>Mental problem. Suicide or side-tracked. Which?</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>The laugh of a child is sweeter to God than a forty minute prayer.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>The Klondike is as alluring as a pretty woman and equally as freakish.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>The greatness of the Yukon is only surpassed by the greatness of its +liars.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>Innocence is a rose bud with a worm outside waiting to gnaw a hole in +it.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>A blood-sucker on a boy's toe looks bigger to him than a sea-serpent to +a man.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>An Easter bonnet is more satisfying to a woman than the most eloquent +sermon.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>The witch doctor taboos a banana tree, the parson the joyous dance. Both +are bigots.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>The nigger who has learned to drink rum does not regard civilization as +an unmixed blessing.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>The beautiful is eternal.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>An epitaph. "He went North and found his grave."</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>The cold marble becomes a living flame under the hands of the sculptor.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>We cannot turn water into wine but some men come very near turning wine +into water.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>The coral shell stores up the glorious tints of the sun's rays—the +thoughtful man the words of the wise.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>A returned Klondiker with gold very much resembles charity—frequently +read of, seldom seen.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>Whence comes eternal truths? They are written in the rocks, they are +breathed out of the soft, South wind; they are painted in the sunset, +they speak in the flowers and the tiny blade of grass, they twinkle in +distant stars. Ages go by and yet man grasps but one, here and there. +They are messengers to every man, gifted or untaught. He who seizes but +one and embalms it has done a greater service to mankind than the +mightiest king.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>Prohibition is a frozen dream, real life a red-hot time.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>Inquisitiveness is but another name for the Auditor General.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>Capital account is a cavern wherein politicians hide their sins.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>The summer girl, in the biggest wind, is never blown away from a man.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>The editor writes most charmingly of country life in his easiest chair.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>Church choirs are always at sixes and sevens. One day of harmony and six +of discord.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>A young widow's sorrow for her husband is a phantom minnow—looks +genuine but hides the hook.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>While the bankrupt tradesman rides in his carriage, his honest +competitor is in the back yard sawing wood.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>The uglier a woman's face, the nearer to her chin is the hem of her +bathing skirt, no doubt to hide her blushes.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>The French are steadfast of purpose.</p> +<p>What purpose?</p> +<p>Changing the Ministry!</p> + + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p><span class="smcap">English poet in the Soudan</span>,—"We are carrying 'Sweetness and light' into +darkest Africa!"</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Tommy</span>,—"Yes, we let the light in with the Lee-Metford and the Egyptian +tax-collector will sweeten these coves later on."</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p><span class="smcap">Mayor of New York</span>,—"We must return the 'Torch of Liberty' by the first +French steamer."</p> + +<p>"What for?"</p> + +<p>"To dispel the Dreyfus gloom."</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p><span class="smcap">Irate Mother-in-law</span> (to son-in-law about to marry second wife),—"Is +this the way you treat my daughter, lying in the dark grave?"</p> + +<p>"Only striking a match to see into it."</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>Out of the loins of pride and avarice comes the innocent child. Why is +this? It cannot be chance. It means something. When we discover what +that something is we shall remain innocent.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>Greed grasps while poverty gasps.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>The agony of despair breeds the monster, 'Human Hate.'</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>The man who refuses to lend to the Lord distrusts the security.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>The blood of the pauper shall smear the couch of the indolent.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>The sweat of the poor, frozen into gold, gilds the rich man's purse.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>The time must come when the dragon's teeth, sown by the rich, will bring +forth a harvest of cold steel.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>Mother in the kitchen at the wash tub. Daughter in the parlor at the +piano. Quite proper; its a case of rub-a-dub-dub.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>Why came we here? By blind chance or design? The books are full of +guesses, half-truths and lies. We only know that we are here. From +whence we came and whither we go is the problem. Being here, our highest +endeavors should be to do some little good. Then close our eyes and wait +for the answer. We can find it in no other way.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>Man and misery are not twins but father and son.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>The woman to whom temptation never came cannot be said to be virtuous.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>The blast of the golden bugle shall not always drown the wail of the +poor.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>When faults lie thick and die, the crop of good deeds to follow will be +the greater.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>A priest at ten thousand a year is a monument erected over the grave of +Christianity.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>The cry of the child for bread reaches further into the universe than +peans sung to kings.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>When Eve was created nature must have cried 'no,' for ever since woman +has continued to repeat the word.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>The rich go about the world on stilts, lest the poor should touch the +hems of their garments. They are so so high in the air that they gather +no perfume from the wild flowers blooming by the wayside.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>The hand of Justice has lost its thumb and forefinger.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>Vulgar speech is a drop of filth from a rotten heart.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>A fly never sees the window pane until his bruised nose bleeds.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>The greatest kindness is that which we are not compelled to remember.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>My aspirations are cut out with a broad sword. My results with a pen +knife.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>The mathemetician can measure a world, yet he cannot weigh the secret +thing which stirs a poet's heart.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>Man has waited for ages for heaven to help him. Heaven has waited +equally long for man to help himself.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>Slaves are bound with fetters of steel—poor men with fetters of law. +One corrodes with age, the other is perpetually renewed.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>The devil fish of the sea claws his victim, then sinks to the bottom. +The devil fish of the land claws his, then rises to the top.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>Want issues from the womb of greed.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>Justice will be done when greed dies.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>Sympathy is the sheet-anchor of the Ship of Life.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>One tear is more potent for good than a thousand laws.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>Charity, though white of plumage, is born of black parents.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>The avenger strikes down one evil and creates a thousand.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>Universal love is, but another name for universal happiness.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>Life without hope is death without a grave wherein to find rest.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>A man is not only responsible for his acts, but for their influence.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>To know, and not to do is vile—to do and not to know, an accident.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>The white flowers of sympathy shall yet bloom over graves in which the +rich rot.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>Luxury lulls—poverty dulls.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>A fat priest and a poor flock.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>The hooked fish has an open mouth.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>The money lender loves a close shave.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>Preachers and brokers, alike, deal in future options.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>Humility is sweet but its path is strewn with bitter herbs.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>The change for which every woman prays—a change of name.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>Passengers inside the coach 'Prosperity,' never see the galled steeds.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>The knout pinches the slave's back. The combine, the free man's belly.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>The ball dress is diplomatic, in that it reveals what it pretends to +conceal.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>There is colour in the statement that one nigger in a missionary report +throws a shadow greater than ten white men.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>Vile thoughts only bloom on the dung-hills of depravity.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>Coarseness is as akin to vice as the flame to the candle.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>Indolence lolls in luxury while energy goes hungry to bed.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>Toil with recompense is sweeter than recompense without toil.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>Is the African heathen more precious than a sick child in a London +garret?</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>The ashes of a bad woman cannot be cleansed with the waters of an ocean.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>She who walks the street by night is an outcast. She who seduces a +Prince may die a Queen.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>Princes on sale for gold, women for titles, virtue for bread, statesmen +for place, and priests for salary.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>Monopoly. A whip in the hands of plutocrats, which bites the backs of +men and saddens the hearts of women.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>No soul can remain stagnant.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>A gossip scatters more ills than a pestilence.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>'Tis useless to kill the serpent after she has laid her eggs.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>The poison on the fang cannot injure till the snake strikes.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>When the unctious priest wants to borrow he cries, 'Lend to the Lord.'</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>We should not blot out the sun because its rays will hatch the eggs of a +serpent.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>The lion of the jungle seizes his prey by night. The lion of the city by +day; one is stripped to the bone, the other to the shirt.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>Birds are charmed by snakes, women by beasts in human form. The glitter +of the eye subdues the one, the glitter of gold, the other.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>Over the grave of each child which dies in the slums should stand a +tablet inscribed, "Died for want of sunlight and pure air." "Who stole +the land?"</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>One tyrant dies that two may be born.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>A wise man prefers virgin soil to a cultivated widow.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>The bone of contention is never covered with sweet meat.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>The woman is most lost who forgets her babe for the ball.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>Self-righteousness can walk so straight that it leans backwards.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>More women are drowned 'in the swim' than in mill ponds.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>When death knocks at the door the servant answers, 'Not at home.'</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>A winged Cupid without a feather can soar higher than the pinioned +eagle.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>He who seeks for spiritual rest in dogma will find only a bottomless +pit.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>A wish from the heart travels beyond the blare of the loudest trumpet.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>It is better to lavish your affections upon a faithful dog than upon an +unfaithful friend.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>The poor man craves for bread—not logic.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>A woman without love is a tree without sap.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>The plutocrats, like the Catholics, thrive on curses.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>Good advice is an atom; good deeds the universe.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>The beautiful seraph makes the most dangerous fiend.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>The ghost of poverty is more dreadful than poverty itself.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>A religion of details is a fruit tree which produces only blossoms.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>Each grain in the universe is a unit, remove but one and chaos will +follow.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>Hills sunlit with promise are easier to traverse than the level road +upon which hope died.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>It is as easy for the poor man to pluck money from the rich as for the +missionary to pick the pocket's of a naked savage.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>A tainted heart soils the sweetest lip.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>Exchange the virus of hate for the antidote, love.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>A woman prefers a fervent lover to a cold husband.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>A fickle woman may conquer the most constant soldier.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>The begrimed soul cannot be hidden with a white-wash brush.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>Our efforts should be to harmonize, not simply to change.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>The most precious gem is found in the most worthless sand.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>The Senate joined to the Commons is an impotent man wedded to a vigorous +maid.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>The bombastic egotist floats on the crest of prosperity while the +philosopher starves in his tub.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>The priest counsels men in the sterile present to feed upon a pregnant +future. Tomorrows dinner never yet fed a hungry man.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>All the good in a human heart can never die.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>You cannot denude a woman of her masked thoughts.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>Diplomacy is cultivated in men and bred in women.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>He who would pluck contentment must abandon force.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>To console a widow is more agreeable than to court a maid.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>The man who stains the purity of a woman tarnishes his own soul.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>It is difficult to distinguish the fleshy lie from the ghostly truth.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>The private ownership of land is crystalized in the question "Is the +unborn child an heir or a bastard?"</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>Love of the artistic does not account for the crookedness of men, though +the curve is the only true line of beauty.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>Sly women walk where blunt men fall.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>The stench of corruption is fragrant to the lobbyist.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>A shrivelled soul may hide in a bishop's paunch.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>A slippery friend is more dangerous than thin ice.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>The kangaroo and the miser carry all they love in a pouch.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>You cannot staunch a bleeding wound with a memory or a promise.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>Marriage is a covenant which few women refuse and many revoke.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>Emotion in woman is the locomotive—wisdom, the cow-catcher.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>A misfit policy is as dangerous to a statesman as a misfit dress to a +woman.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>The sting of a bee is not the less to be dreaded because the bee makes +honey.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>Creed is as akin to righteousness as a 'bucket shop' to the kingdom of +heaven.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>An act cannot die.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>To exist is not to live.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>Degeneracy is born of many parents.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>The rich man gives advice, the poor man bread.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>Happiness is now a theory, I would make it a fact.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>The statute of limitation runs not against evil deeds.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>The quickest cure for a passionate longing is a cold woman.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>Through lapse of time the few claim the inheritance of the many.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>The cause of truth will not triumph so long as it is intrusted to fools.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>If the weakness of the present industrial system were realized it would +cease to be dangerous.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>Snakes eggs are hatched by the sun. Misers eggs—gold—by labor. Young +snakes hiss at their mother, misers at men.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>The charitable heart hath an empty pocket.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>The cry of the poor is an eternal remonstrance.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>The ocean of hope springs from a single drop of sympathy.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>The old-time robber was the father of the new time financier.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>Injustice sleeps in a bed of roses which rests on a bed of thorns.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>The lamb 'love' and the wolf 'hate' tarry not long in the same pen.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>A feather from the wing of truth is of more weight than a mountain of +lies.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>Only the key sympathy can unlock the sacred chamber hidden in every +heart.</p> + +<div class="dots"> +<img src="images/dots.png" border="0" alt="Dots" title="Dots" /> +</div> + +<p>The bloodless wreath of love is stronger than a tyrant's chain. The one +shall yet bind the world, the other be broken by a simple wish.</p> + +<div class="center"> +<img src="images/sunburst.png" border="0" alt="Sunburst" title="Sunburst" /> +</div> + + + + + + + + + +<pre> + + + + + +End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Wise or Otherwise +by Lydia Leavitt +Thad. W.H. 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W.H. Leavitt + +This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with +almost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: Wise or Otherwise + +Author: Lydia Leavitt +Thad. W.H. Leavitt + +Release Date: June 14, 2005 [EBook #16065] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ASCII + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK WISE OR OTHERWISE *** + + + + +Produced by Early Canadiana Online, Robert Cicconetti, +Chuck Greif and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team +at https://www.pgdp.net + + + + + + + +[Illustration] + + + + +WISE OR OTHERWISE + + +By + +LYDIA LEAVITT + +and + +Thad. W.H. Leavitt + + + + +WISE OR OTHERWISE + +_Entered according to Act of Parliament in the year 1898, by Lydia +Leavitt and Thad. W.H. Leavitt, at the Department of Agriculture._ + + + + +WISE OR OTHERWISE + + +BY + +LYDIA LEAVITT + +AUTHOR OF "BOHEMIAN SOCIETY," "A TRIP AROUND THE WORLD," ETC., ETC. + + +AND + +THAD. W.H. LEAVITT + +AUTHOR OF "THE WITCH OF PLUM HOLLOW," "KAFFIR, KANGAROO, KLONDIKE, TALES +OF THE GOLD FIELDS, ETC." + + +_Illustrated by Anna Lake_ + + + WELLS PUBLISHING CO. + TORONTO + 1898 + + + + +CONTENTS + + +_BOOK THE FIRST_ + + "LEAD KINDLY LIGHT." + A FABLE. + THE WIND. + PASSING THOUGHTS. + +_BOOK THE SECOND_ + + ODDS AND ENDS. + + + + +PREFACE + + +It is probable that the reader will discover among the "Short Sayings" +some familiar acquaintance and even old friend, unconsciously +appropriated. Should such be the case, kindly credit to the "Wise" and +leave the "Otherwise" to + +THE AUTHORS. + + + + +BOOK THE FIRST + +BY + +LYDIA LEAVITT + + + + +LEAD KINDLY LIGHT + +[Illustration] + + +"Lead, kindly light," The words are lightly spoken by the young, +who tread life's pathway with nimble feet, whose eager hands are +outstretched to gather life's roses, regardless of thorns, whose voice +is rippling with laughter and mirth, with blood coursing through the +veins and bright eyes looking fearlessly into the future; the words have +merely a joyous, musical ring. "Lead, kindly light." + +"Lead, kindly light." The words are gravely spoken by the middle-aged, +whose feet have grown a trifle weary, whose hands have gathered the +roses, only to find them turned to ashes, whose laughter has more +sadness than mirth, whose eyes have grown dim, whose lips tremblingly +plead, "Lead, kindly light." "Lead, kindly light." The words are +whispered by the old, whose tired feet are unable to move, whose palsied +hands are helpless, whose head is bowed by the weight of years, whose +eyes are sightless, from whose trembling lips are scarcely heard the +whispered prayer, "Lead, kindly light." + +"Lead, kindly light." The sunken eyes are closed in death, the tired +hands are folded, the heart has ceased to beat, the mute lips are +stilled, the weary feet are at rest, a look of ineffable peace rests +upon the still face, while all the air is filled with sweet music and +the murmur of gentle voices pleading, "Lead, kindly light." + + + + +A FABLE + +[Illustration] + +In one of the German forests the stood a tree, which could not be +classified by any of the learned scientists. It was not more beautiful +than many others, but there were distinctive peculiarities which no +other tree possessed. Her dress was of a sadder hue than that of her +companions, and the birds refused to build their nests in her branches. +She was unable to understand the language of her brothers and sisters +and so stood alone and unheeded in the dense forest. One morning she +awakened and found standing by her side a companion tree, odd, like +herself, and she said in her heart:--"I shall be no longer alone. He +will understand my language and we shall hold sweet converse." But he, +in his heart, was saying--"What strange tree is this? We two are unlike +all our companions. I like it not." But she did not hear the murmur of +discontent, and her heart grew glad within her at the great joy that had +come to her and she said in her heart:--"I will cause him to forget that +we are unlike our companions; I will sing to him my softest songs and +gradually her dress of sombre green assumed a brighter hue, young buds +sprang forth, her branches waved softly in the breeze and she wooed the +birds by gentle voice to build their nests in her arms, and, + + "In foul weather and in fair, + Day by day in vaster numbers, + Flocked the poets of the air." + +At eventide she folded them in her bosom, that their songs might not +disturb the sleep of her companion, and while all the forest slept, she +alone was awake and, in the silence of the night, she murmured softly, +"Ich liebe Dich," and when the sun arose the birds from her arms flew +through the forest, singing, "Ich liebe Dich," and all the trees took up +the song; the birds, the trees and the brooks caught up the refrain and +all the great forest sang, "Ich liebe Dich, Ich liebe Dich." + +So the summer passed and her heart grew sad, for she saw the discontent +of her companion, but she said to herself, "When the winter comes I will +shelter him from the blasts," but he said complainingly, "I would I were +like the other trees; I would like my garments to be as those I see +around me. I would my limbs were as those of my companions all through +the forest." And she heard, and said to herself, "I will make his +garments of brilliant green." So she sent from her own roots and +branches the sap--her life blood--to enrich the roots and beautify the +dress of her companion. When the cold blast of winter swept through the +forest she sheltered him with her long limbs, when the snow fell she +covered his head with her branches and caught the weight of snow in her +own arms; so all through the long winter she sheltered him from the +blasts and the weight of snow bore heavily on her branches and at times +they grew weary almost to breaking but her great heart never faltered. + +So the spring came and day by day she sent from her own store of +life-blood to enrich that of her companion and soon his garments assumed +the most brilliant hues of all the trees in the forest; the leaves +glinted and glistened in the sunlight, and from the branches there was +ever a low murmur of song; the birds came to build their nests and rear +their young in his arms; and over all there floated a delicate perfume +born of the love which she had breathed over him all the long winter. So +in all the forest there was none so beautiful and stately as he. + +His companion said, "Now will he be happy," but her own great heart +began to beat more slowly, the life-blood of which she had given him +could not be replaced, and her garments gradually assumed a sombre hue +and her arms were empty, for the birds no longer nested there. + +One morning she awakened and found her companion gone. He had joined the +other trees in the forest; and now the limbs that had borne the weight +of snow began to wither, her leaves began to fall, and when the winter +came again there was no raiment to cover her. + +And the woodman said, + +"We will cut this tree down, it is dead." + +[Illustration] + + + + +THE WIND + + +[Illustration] + +"Hark to the voice of the wind!" we say, as the windows rattle and house +shakes; the winds as they shout in angry voices, clamoring louder in +their fury, are telling of storms at sea, of the battles with the ships +and the brave hearts that have gone to their death. + + "It has been on the desolate ocean + When the lightening struck the mast; + It has heard the cry of the drowning, + Who sank as they hurried past. + The words of despair and anguish + That were heard by no living ear; + The gun that no signal answered-- + It brings them all to us here. + Hark to the voice of the wind!" + +It shakes angrily the trees whose limbs are swaying in protest against +the onslaught; it carries the leaves rustling to the ground, and in its +fury uproots the giant oaks, which groan in agony as they are hurled to +the ground, lying like soldiers on the field of battle. + + "Hark to the voice of the wind!" + +Its fury is abated, and softly, like a benediction it enters the room +where the weary mother is watching by the bedside of her sick child; it +gently fans the fevered head; it touches with a caress the parched lips +of the babe, and with murmur of song it lulls the child to rest. + + "Hark to the voice of the wind." + +It enters the counting room of the tired man of business, bringing a +perfume of flowers: he lays down his pen, while his thoughts go back to +the home of his boyhood, to the meadows, to the hillside covered with +flowers, the new-mown hay, and the tired brain is refreshed, he knows +not how, and the unseen messenger is gone-- + + "Hark to the voice of the wind!" + +It visits the silent City of the Dead and gently scatters the leaves +over the new-made grave of a young child, sighing softly the while, the +voice now rising, now falling, sobbing and moaning, and at last dies +away in a melancholy sound, like the strings of an Aeolian harp touched +by unseen hands. + + "Hark to the music of the wind!" + +Human nature approaches the Divine in moments of great sacrifice, +forgiveness and self-forgetfulness. + + + + +PASSING THOUGHTS + + +"It seems the fate of woman to wait in silence while men act," 'Men must +work and woman must weep.' + + * * * * * + +How delightful it must be to understand one's own nature thoroughly, to +know that no whirlwind will ever sweep us off the beaten track, no +stormy passions stir the calm placidity of our life. But is that life? +No, give me the glories of expectation, the wildest exhaltation; the +heart beating, the brain throbbing, the stormiest passions with force +enough to carry everything before them, even if they bring deep +grief--that is life. + + * * * * * + +People who deal in dry, hard facts are not interesting. They may make +themselves names in the financial world, may become railway magnates and +coal kings, may control the money market; but they are not interesting. +They are the prose of life. They who see the clouds forming into +fantastic shapes, the glories of a sunset, the shadows in pools, the +colour on a bird's wing, the rose tint on the cheek of a child,--they +and such as they are the poetry of life. + +Man's inhumanity to man is proverbial, woman's inhumanity to woman is +diabolical. + + * * * * * + +"Society, as it exists at present moment in Colonial towns and cities, +possesses neither birth, brains or breeding." + + * * * * * + +"We hear men speak so frequently of womanly women, ending their praises +with, 'she is essentially womanly.' I knew one of these womanly women, +whose voice was like liquid music, whose ways were gentle, whose eyes +filled with tears at the recital of some tale of woe, and always about +her was an air of gentle, womanly sweetness and dainty femininity. She +had a friend who loved her, one whose voice was not so soft, whose +manner was brusque, who was considered, "not quite good form, you know." +My womanly woman allowed this friend to take upon herself the burden of +a sin which she herself had committed, allowed her to bear the brunt of +scorn and contumely of her world, allowed her to die without righting +the great wrong. A lonely grave and a plain marble slab mark the spot +where she who was "not quite good form," lies: while she, to whom she +had given more than life, gathers the rose leaves with dainty grace, for +she is so essentially 'womanly.'" + +Life: a little joy, great sorrow, some tragedy, and the curtain falls. + + * * * * * + +Nothing can hurt so cruelly as the hand of love. The hand of hate is +velvet in comparison. + + * * * * * + +There are women who consider the world well lost for the man whom they +love and idealize; while upon close acquaintance they would discover +that he was not worth even the loss of a dinner. + + * * * * * + +Twelve "good men and true", will, after mature deliberation, consign a +man to the gallows. Twelve women, good and true, will, without any +deliberation, send a woman to death by their venomous tongues. + + * * * * * + +There are a few people who would change their individuality for that of +another. We might be willing to exchange positions, to exchange all that +is apparent to the eyes of the world, but our inner consciousness, our +memories, our thoughts, feelings and desires; all that is part and +parcel of ourselves, we hold sacred. + +Some minds are so small that a favour weighs heavily upon them. + + * * * * * + +At times one is inclined to believe that even the gods are guilty of +favouritism. + + * * * * * + +Some people's lives are like a flower, the more they are crushed, the +sweeter the perfume they exhale. + + * * * * * + +There are some people who look so rigidly virtuous and repellant that it +is a satisfaction to feel one's self just a little bit wicked. + + * * * * * + +We look to the higher classes and to the lower for good breeding. Middle +class people are proverbially ill-bred. What can equal the airs and +assumptions of the retired grocer's wife, who has neither the breeding +of a lady, nor the unaffected manner of the working-woman. + + * * * * * + +What a pity there is such an incessant babbling of human tongues, when +the daisies by the wayside, the trees of the forest, the birds in their +nests, could tell us such wondrous things if our ears were attuned to +hear, but the senses are deadened by the discordant din of dismal +sounds. + +Love is the one power which transfigures the common things of life. + + * * * * * + +One-half of our lives is spent in making blunders, the other half in +trying to rectify them. + + * * * * * + +How useless to tell many people to think, for they have nothing to +think. A man reasons, a woman divines. + + * * * * * + +There are so many inconsistencies in life that at times one is appalled. +Take marriage, for instance:--A young woman marries a man who is +tottering on the brink of the grave; old, blaze, a worn-out roue; but +with money enough to gild and gloss the antiquated ruin. She goes before +a clergyman and promises to love, honour and obey. Yes; she loves the +luxury with which she will be surrounded, the glitter of diamonds, the +equipages, the great house, all the paraphanalia of wealth, but she +_hates_ the trembling, tottering, blear-eyed object who bought her. + +The clergyman gives his blessing, society receives them with open arms, +and legalized prostitution is upheld by the majesty of the law and +encircled by the sanctified robes of the Church. + +The ruling passion of the age: worship of self and worship of pelf. + + * * * * * + +The age of good breeding has passed; insolence has taken its place. + + * * * * * + +A woman ceases to think of self when she looks in the face of her +new-born child. + + * * * * * + +There are people who go through life as if they were going to their own +funeral--and did not enjoy it. + + * * * * * + +I would rather have for a friend the most thorough-paced scamp, with a +generous heart, than the most respectable, canting, whining, Pharisee. + + * * * * * + +To stand in a rarefied atmosphere on a mountain height and view the +struggles of ordinary mortals below may be poetic, but it is very +lonely. + + * * * * * + +A woman may defy the world for a man she loves, and imagine that he will +love her for the sacrifice, but no greater mistake can be made. Men are +not so constituted. When he sees her standing alone, dishonored, a mark +for the finger of scorn, her charm for him is forever lost. + + * * * * * +Realism is the grave of love. + + * * * * * + +A woman's smile is two edged. + + * * * * * + +Life is too short to prepare a soul for eternity + + * * * * * + +A great love is only inspired by a great nature. + + * * * * * + +It is as wise to cultivate forgetfulness as memory. + + * * * * * + +Society, a haven for fools; literature and art for brains. + + * * * * * + +Many people have courage to face anything but themselves. + + * * * * * + +A woman is always in love, either with herself or with love. + + * * * * * + +Two things in life man regards with esteem: himself and his pipe. + + * * * * * + +Truth and sincerity are only found in the face of a child and the eyes +of a dog. + + * * * * * + +A young face and an old heart are sorry companions, but an old face and +a young heart are sorrier still. + + * * * * * + +What people will 'say' is the bugbear of small minds. + + * * * * * + +Love would cease to exist were it not for the gift of idealizing. + + * * * * * + +A fly is but a small thing, yet it can disturb the greatest philosopher. + + * * * * * + +Is a new soul created at every birth, or are we merely corpses warmed +over? + + * * * * * + +Kind words and a sympathetic handclasp have done more to reclaim lost +souls than all the tracts ever published. + + * * * * * + +A minute is a short duration of time, yet in that interval one may +experience the whole gamut of human emotions. + + * * * * * + +If the world valued us as we value ourselves the heavens would not be +sufficiently large whereon to inscribe our greatness. + + * * * * * + +What becomes of the characters who play an important part in fiction; +the strong, brave, true fiction-people, whom we love as we read? Is +there no place for them in the world peopled by shadows? + + * * * * * + +There are men who will accept any and every sacrifice from a woman and +after making her a wreck, socially and morally, will say to her, "I fear +that I am injuring you, so I will sacrifice myself and deny myself the +pleasure of your society." Such men would sneak into heaven by a side +entrance. + + * * * * * + +Fate, in a sportive mood, performs some wonderful acrobatic feats with +human nature; gives love of oriental luxury to the woman with nothing a +year; appreciation of all that is beautiful and artistic, to the +ploughman; an epicurian taste to the starving mechanic; while to the +woman rolling in wealth is given the manners and tastes of the +fish-wife; to the multi-millionaire the habits of the canaille, and fate +laughs with glee over the fantastic, incongruous muddle of the thing +called Life. + + + + +BOOK THE SECOND + +BY + +THAD. W.H. LEAVITT + + + + +ODDS AND-ENDS + + +Man's greatest enemy is himself. + + * * * * * + +Never chide fate while will sleeps. + + * * * * * + +The prophet must know the past. + + * * * * * + +Foul words kill the sweetest flowers. + + * * * * * + +Repentant tears are the soul's pearls. + + * * * * * + +Common customs are not nature's laws. + + * * * * * + +No man blesses the calm until after the storm. + + * * * * * + +Much study makes a full head and an empty stomach. + + * * * * * + +You cannot fan the ashes of a dead love into a flame. + + * * * * * + +Innocence, like a beautiful dying day, goes out with a purple blush. + + * * * * * + +To steer the true course, one must not only see the star but have a +pilot. + + * * * * * + +It is easier to remove a mountain than to wash out a spot on a woman's +reputation. + + * * * * * + +The marble heart has valves of flint. + + * * * * * +Women covet satin, as men covet gold. + + * * * * * + +The garments of virtue are of spun gold. + + * * * * * + +When law is blind examine your own heart. + + * * * * * + +Valour in defence of wrong becomes a crime. + + * * * * * + +Man ceases to be a man when his passions die. + + * * * * * + +Trembling patience is better than proud evil. + + * * * * * + +Malice and ignorance constantly itch for trouble. + + * * * * * + +Life is not a funeral dole but a living present. + + * * * * * + +He honours the state who refuses to commit a wrong. + + * * * * * + +Opportunities, like pretty maids, should be embraced. + + * * * * * + +Man's injustice to man shall not be an eternal stain. + + * * * * * + +Defeat may be more glorious than victory. + + * * * * * + +Venom is the juice of a toad tainting the sweet air. + + * * * * * + +You have but to sow the seeds of malice to reap a crop of grief. + + * * * * * + +Men who would face a cannon, tremble before a golden calf. + + * * * * * + +There is no music for man so sweet as that set upon a woman's tongue. + + * * * * * + +I never could understand why doleful songs should herald a joyous +hereafter. + + * * * * * + +If you keep your eyes fixed upon the stars you will fall into the first +mill pond. + + * * * * * + +You are told, "That if you violate a sacrament of the church you will +howl in hell for it." You know that if you violate nature's laws you +will howl here. + + * * * * * + +While poverty spins threads of gold with which to weave a garment to +cover her nakedness, the plutocrat melts the threads into sovereigns for +his own use. + + * * * * * + +Every yellow stream is not the Tiber. + + * * * * * + +The wise man dreads, not noise, but eternal silence. + + * * * * * + +Loud complaints may be only vents for little ills. + + * * * * * + +It is not enough to conceive a truth, we must act. + + * * * * * + +When one is bereft of hope the last sorrow has arrived. + + * * * * * + +The woman who loves not flattery has yet to be born. + + * * * * * + +This must be a golden age--everybody is running after it. + + * * * * * + +Beauty is the recompense given to women for her weakness. + + * * * * * + +Some sins squeak like a snared rabbit--others roar like a lion. + + * * * * * + +An immaculate reputation may hide a multitude of black lies. + + * * * * * + +Angels walk on threads of gold from heaven to earth. These threads are +only spun in the loom of the human heart. + + * * * * * + +Abject spirits creep--men walk. + + * * * * * + +A small hole is a cavern to a mole. + + * * * * * + +A kiss hangs not long on a pretty lip. + + * * * * * + +You cannot rear a new babe on old milk. + + * * * * * + +A man may woo a dove and marry a screech owl. + + * * * * * + +Satire is a javelin which pierces the thickest skin. + + * * * * * + +A mist may hide the sun but it does not blot it out. + + * * * * * + +Some women prefer a great infamy to a little honour. + + * * * * * + +Regard not the manner of your death but your daily life. + + * * * * * + +A churlish silence is harder to endure than a sharp tongue. + + * * * * * + +The man who gives away his freedom is everlastingly bankrupt. + + * * * * * + +The rubbish from men's tongues is hoarded while nature speaks unheard. + + * * * * * + +Human misery is not a volunteer. + + * * * * * + +Mirth's best nursery is contentment. + + * * * * * + +Men fly, women melt into a passion. + + * * * * * + +Prejudice is the marrow of superstition. + + * * * * * + +Better a crust of bread than a funeral elegy. + + * * * * * + +Woman's first fault is no excuse for man's last. + + * * * * * + +Kind words are honey drops to the tired soul. + + * * * * * + +A bad tongue is not the clapper of a good heart. + + * * * * * + +Crossed love is forgotten--crossed opinions, never. + + * * * * * + +Distrust but do not refuse an untried remedy. + + * * * * * + +Hope is the only flavour for a diet of adversity. + + * * * * * + +He is near to happiness who makes another smile. + + * * * * * + +Greed is swifter than a greyhound. + + * * * * * + +Results give the lie to many boasts. + + * * * * * + +Nothing beslimes like a fawning tongue. + + * * * * * + +The smallest pirates fly the blackest flags. + + * * * * * + +The coming tempest is no less a great wind. + + * * * * * + +Better a bleeding wound than pent up agony. + + * * * * * + +Gigantic robberies are nevertheless robberies. + + * * * * * + +Every furrow in the brow represents a drag-tooth of care. + + * * * * * + +A tempestuous petticoat is more bewitching than a satin gown. + + * * * * * + +For the light of beauty men go down into the darkest pits. + + * * * * * + +The smart of the lash soon dies--the memory of it never. + + * * * * * + +The meaner a man is, the meaner he not only feels but looks. + + * * * * * + +The greenest turf covers the blackest soil. + + * * * * * + +Only an earthquake can shake a selfish soul. + + * * * * * + +One woman-wolf is more to be dreaded than a den of lions. + + * * * * * + +There are women whose smile is poison, whose touch is death. + + * * * * * + +Bequeath your good deeds to memory, your bad deeds to oblivion. + + * * * * * + +Pity, as soft as feathered flakes of snow, whitens all it falls upon. + + * * * * * + +If we peep behind a curtain we may see the ghost of our own hopes +grinning at us. + + * * * * * + +The albatross, like a great soul, remains aloft without the flutter of a +feather. + + * * * * * + +My sovereign hope is the inate desire of the human heart that justice be +done. + + * * * * * + +Love is as much higher, than justice as is the tallest mountain above an +ant hill. + + * * * * * + +The people have so often been beguiled that now they refuse to believe +the truth. + + * * * * * +Why is it that down hill is always greased? + + * * * * * + +A stain upon a woman's honour is indelible. + + * * * * * + +Insolence is brutal--arrogance, intolerable. + + * * * * * + +The seeds of ill grow best in the most sterile soil. + + * * * * * + +A heart pickled in gall cannot be called a sweetmeat. + + * * * * * + +The promise of eternal sleep is not sweet to a live man. + + * * * * * + +The most worthless woman is bought at the highest price. + + * * * * * + +A man can put away his wife but he cannot divorce a memory. + + * * * * * + +Many of our good intentions are so feeble, that like snow flakes, they +melt as they come. + + * * * * * + +The earth is a fertile womb bringing forth fruits for all. A few men +claim they are God's first sons and take the crop. + + * * * * * + +There are women who breath forth intoxicating perfumes. The man who +inhales them is in danger of great good or of great evil. + + * * * * * + +Nature, unheard, performs her greatest deeds. + + * * * * * + +Ingratitude is a tree whose fruit poisons the very air. + + * * * * * + +Many could make lye out of the cold ashes of their hopes. + + * * * * * + +Gather the blossoms daily--the frost may come at night. + + * * * * * + +Plant no flowers on the graves of those we have neglected in life. + + * * * * * + +Some men are not content so long as an unfinished crime remains. + + * * * * * + +Some men prefer the drudgery of the devil to the sleep of innocence. + + * * * * * + +Women are tempted to taste a little evil, just to know what it is like. + + * * * * * + +Every life leads up to a precipice, over which a few jump, the others +tumble in and are lost. + + * * * * * + +We know that death is ever marching behind us but we never name the day +when he will catch up. + +To hunt for mischief is to catch disaster. + + * * * * * + +Even a sigh trembles through the universe. + + * * * * * + +Nature must love woman to fashion her so beautiful. + + * * * * * + +The chain of some men's fate must be made of adamant. + + * * * * * + +Revere the dust--it was the men and women of long ago. + + * * * * * + +The keenest blade in South Africa is made from Ralph iron. + + * * * * * + +He believed her an angel--married and found her only a woman. + + * * * * * + +A curled knot of snakes is not as deadly as the signature to a mortgage. + + * * * * * + +In London they no longer say, "Lend me your purse--but your name." + + * * * * * + +A painter's description of matrimony-- + + Introduction: the background. + Courtship: the middle ground. + Engagement: the foreground. + Marriage: the nude subject. + + * * * * * + +Kruger is the epitome of obsolete ideas and living force. + + * * * * * + +A bleating lamb in a great city is in greater danger than in the darkest +wood. + + * * * * * + +There be three birds. + +One lives only in the highest altitudes. + +This bird is Truth. + +One lives on the plain. + +This bird is Expediency. + +One lives in the mire. + +This bird is Subserviency. + +He who writes with a feather plucked from the wing of the first bird +will not be listened to for ages to come. + +He who writes with a feather plucked from the wing of the second bird +will receive the plaudits of the people. + +He who writes with a feather plucked from the wing of the third bird +will be worshipped by the mob. + + * * * * * + +Not gold, not broad acres, not vast power, not blazoned titles, not +eloquence, but truth is the lever which moves the world. + + * * * * * + +When Europe completes the process of Christianizing China that nation +will have disappeared from the map. + +The truth-seeker never digs in the columns of the political newspaper. + + * * * * * + +A money shaver with a conscience would soon be poorer than his clients. + + * * * * * + +I have read of the dog-like affection of woman--I have seen their +cat-like characteristics. + + * * * * * + +Bread snatched from the poor becomes a stone in the rich man's belly. He +has only to eat his fill to sink. + + * * * * * + +What a gas lamp is to a moth, the same is a rose diamond to a +woman--neither see the danger till they are dead. + + * * * * * + +In olden times Sodom and Gomorrah swallowed up the wicked. In modern +times Chicago swallows up the good. + + * * * * * + +Chinaman's soliloquy. "First come missionary, big prayers, little book. +Singee 'Peace on earth and good willee to all men.' Russian Bear swallow +Manchuria, French Eagle strippe off Yellow Jacket, Bille Emperor stealee +Peacock Feather, English Lion grabbe Pig Tail. Damme, hungry lion want +everything." + + * * * * * + +Slander is more subtile than any microbe. + + * * * * * + +You cannot squander ten thousand a year and then balance the account by +thrusting a stale bun, dipped in charity soup, into a beggar's hand. + + * * * * * + +Lolling on a velvet cushion in a fashionable church will not be a valid +answer when you meet the poor girl 'beyond' whom you ground down to make +trousers for twenty cents a pair. You didn't do it? You wore the +trousers, it's all the same. + + * * * * * + +A cynic's description of the honeymoon-- + + Kisses allopathic. + Kisses homeopathic. + The cold douche. + Hot mustard plasters. + + * * * * * + +A lawyer's description of matrimony in the United States-- + + Court--Appeal. + The suit filed. + Rival--an interpleader. + Marriage. Judgement given. + Household expenses. Costs. + Family jars. Proceedings for alimony. + Final hearing. Divorce absolute. + Quit claim. Deed to another man. + + * * * * * + +The sea-side resorts attract many queer fish. + + * * * * * + +The politician is what the people make him. + + * * * * * + +The child which cries for bread is a menace to the state. + + * * * * * + +Infamy may rise to such a height as to become famous. + + * * * * * + +More women have been killed by innuendo than by hard work. + + * * * * * + +To the small boy a circus is more alluring than the Psalms of Solomon. + + * * * * * + +Eternity is an endless chain whose links are youth, old age and decay. + + * * * * * + +The shark turns on his back to devour his prey--the hypocrite prays that +he may devour. + + * * * * * + +The money lender should provide himself with an asbestos overcoat when +he leaves this world. + + * * * * * + +Every girl in store or office means a man without employment. Every man +without employment is a man incapable of supporting a wife. Do you see +the inevitable result? + + * * * * * + +Laughter is the doctor's deadliest enemy. + + * * * * * + +Praise is the cheapest coin but more potent than gold. + + * * * * * + +If all men were brothers nations would cease to exist. + + * * * * * + +Years are required to make a brutal man--hours, a woman. + + * * * * * + +We praise God for our victories. What does the other fellow do? + + * * * * * + +Patriotism is but another name for, 'love yourself and hate your +neighbors.' + + * * * * * + +If churches were made as attractive as gin palaces, the former, not the +latter, would be open six days in the week. + + * * * * * + +When you get there, you will find that Eternal Justice is not built on +the departmental store system. Some pale-faced girl will offer the +evidence. + + * * * * * + +Once Pity and Charity perched on every cloistered gate and cried, +'welcome.' Now they only venture forth on public occasions, when they +will be seen of all men. + + * * * * * + +The cat's serenade gives tone to the back yard. + + * * * * * + +Mental problem. Suicide or side-tracked. Which? + + * * * * * + +The laugh of a child is sweeter to God than a forty minute prayer. + + * * * * * + +The Klondike is as alluring as a pretty woman and equally as freakish. + + * * * * * + +The greatness of the Yukon is only surpassed by the greatness of its +liars. + + * * * * * + +Innocence is a rose bud with a worm outside waiting to gnaw a hole in +it. + + * * * * * + +A blood-sucker on a boy's toe looks bigger to him than a sea-serpent to +a man. + + * * * * * + +An Easter bonnet is more satisfying to a woman than the most eloquent +sermon. + + * * * * * + +The witch doctor taboos a banana tree, the parson the joyous dance. Both +are bigots. + + * * * * * + +The nigger who has learned to drink rum does not regard civilization as +an unmixed blessing. + + * * * * * + +The beautiful is eternal. + + * * * * * + +An epitaph. "He went North and found his grave." + + * * * * * + +The cold marble becomes a living flame under the hands of the sculptor. + + * * * * * + +We cannot turn water into wine but some men come very near turning wine +into water. + + * * * * * + +The coral shell stores up the glorious tints of the sun's rays--the +thoughtful man the words of the wise. + + * * * * * + +A returned Klondiker with gold very much resembles charity--frequently +read of, seldom seen. + + * * * * * + +Whence comes eternal truths? They are written in the rocks, they are +breathed out of the soft, South wind; they are painted in the sunset, +they speak in the flowers and the tiny blade of grass, they twinkle in +distant stars. Ages go by and yet man grasps but one, here and there. +They are messengers to every man, gifted or untaught. He who seizes but +one and embalms it has done a greater service to mankind than the +mightiest king. + + * * * * * + +Prohibition is a frozen dream, real life a red-hot time. + + * * * * * + +Inquisitiveness is but another name for the Auditor General. + + * * * * * + +Capital account is a cavern wherein politicians hide their sins. + + * * * * * + +The summer girl, in the biggest wind, is never blown away from a man. + + * * * * * + +The editor writes most charmingly of country life in his easiest chair. + + * * * * * + +Church choirs are always at sixes and sevens. One day of harmony and six +of discord. + + * * * * * + +A young widow's sorrow for her husband is a phantom minnow--looks +genuine but hides the hook. + + * * * * * + +While the bankrupt tradesman rides in his carriage, his honest +competitor is in the back yard sawing wood. + + * * * * * + +The uglier a woman's face, the nearer to her chin is the hem of her +bathing skirt, no doubt to hide her blushes. + + * * * * * + +The French are steadfast of purpose. +What purpose? +Changing the Ministry! + + * * * * * + +English poet in the Soudan,--"We are carrying 'Sweetness and light' into +darkest Africa!" + +Tommy,--"Yes, we let the light in with the Lee-Metford and the Egyptian +tax-collector will sweeten these coves later on." + + * * * * * + +Mayor of New York,--"We must return the 'Torch of Liberty' by the first +French steamer." + +"What for?" + +"To dispel the Dreyfus gloom." + + * * * * * + +Irate Mother-in-law (to son-in-law about to marry second wife),--"Is +this the way you treat my daughter, lying in the dark grave?" + +"Only striking a match to see into it." + + * * * * * + +Out of the loins of pride and avarice comes the innocent child. Why is +this? It cannot be chance. It means something. When we discover what +that something is we shall remain innocent. + + * * * * * + +Greed grasps while poverty gasps. + + * * * * * + +The agony of despair breeds the monster, 'Human Hate.' + + * * * * * + +The man who refuses to lend to the Lord distrusts the security. + + * * * * * + +The blood of the pauper shall smear the couch of the indolent. + + * * * * * + +The sweat of the poor, frozen into gold, gilds the rich man's purse. + + * * * * * + +The time must come when the dragon's teeth, sown by the rich, will bring +forth a harvest of cold steel. + + * * * * * + +Mother in the kitchen at the wash tub. Daughter in the parlor at the +piano. Quite proper; its a case of rub-a-dub-dub. + + * * * * * + +Why came we here? By blind chance or design? The books are full of +guesses, half-truths and lies. We only know that we are here. From +whence we came and whither we go is the problem. Being here, our highest +endeavors should be to do some little good. Then close our eyes and wait +for the answer. We can find it in no other way. + + * * * * * + +Man and misery are not twins but father and son. + + * * * * * + +The woman to whom temptation never came cannot be said to be virtuous. + + * * * * * + +The blast of the golden bugle shall not always drown the wail of the +poor. + + * * * * * + +When faults lie thick and die, the crop of good deeds to follow will be +the greater. + + * * * * * + +A priest at ten thousand a year is a monument erected over the grave of +Christianity. + + * * * * * + +The cry of the child for bread reaches further into the universe than +peans sung to kings. + + * * * * * + +When Eve was created nature must have cried 'no,' for ever since woman +has continued to repeat the word. + + * * * * * + +The rich go about the world on stilts, lest the poor should touch the +hems of their garments. They are so so high in the air that they gather +no perfume from the wild flowers blooming by the wayside. + + * * * * * + +The hand of Justice has lost its thumb and forefinger. + + * * * * * + +Vulgar speech is a drop of filth from a rotten heart. + + * * * * * + +A fly never sees the window pane until his bruised nose bleeds. + + * * * * * + +The greatest kindness is that which we are not compelled to remember. + + * * * * * + +My aspirations are cut out with a broad sword. My results with a pen +knife. + + * * * * * + +The mathemetician can measure a world, yet he cannot weigh the secret +thing which stirs a poet's heart. + + * * * * * + +Man has waited for ages for heaven to help him. Heaven has waited +equally long for man to help himself. + + * * * * * + +Slaves are bound with fetters of steel--poor men with fetters of law. +One corrodes with age, the other is perpetually renewed. + + * * * * * + +The devil fish of the sea claws his victim, then sinks to the bottom. +The devil fish of the land claws his, then rises to the top. + + * * * * * + +Want issues from the womb of greed. + + * * * * * + +Justice will be done when greed dies. + + * * * * * + +Sympathy is the sheet-anchor of the Ship of Life. + + * * * * * + +One tear is more potent for good than a thousand laws. + + * * * * * + +Charity, though white of plumage, is born of black parents. + + * * * * * + +The avenger strikes down one evil and creates a thousand. + + * * * * * + +Universal love is, but another name for universal happiness. + + * * * * * + +Life without hope is death without a grave wherein to find rest. + + * * * * * + +A man is not only responsible for his acts, but for their influence. + + * * * * * + +To know, and not to do is vile--to do and not to know, an accident. + + * * * * * + +The white flowers of sympathy shall yet bloom over graves in which the +rich rot. + + * * * * * + +Luxury lulls--poverty dulls. + + * * * * * + +A fat priest and a poor flock. + + * * * * * + +The hooked fish has an open mouth. + + * * * * * + +The money lender loves a close shave. + + * * * * * + +Preachers and brokers, alike, deal in future options. + + * * * * * + +Humility is sweet but its path is strewn with bitter herbs. + + * * * * * + +The change for which every woman prays--a change of name. + + * * * * * + +Passengers inside the coach 'Prosperity,' never see the galled steeds. + + * * * * * + +The knout pinches the slave's back. The combine, the free man's belly. + + * * * * * + +The ball dress is diplomatic, in that it reveals what it pretends to +conceal. + + * * * * * + +There is colour in the statement that one nigger in a missionary report +throws a shadow greater than ten white men. + + * * * * * + +Vile thoughts only bloom on the dung-hills of depravity. + + * * * * * + +Coarseness is as akin to vice as the flame to the candle. + + * * * * * + +Indolence lolls in luxury while energy goes hungry to bed. + + * * * * * + +Toil with recompense is sweeter than recompense without toil. + + * * * * * + +Is the African heathen more precious than a sick child in a London +garret? + + * * * * * + +The ashes of a bad woman cannot be cleansed with the waters of an ocean. + + * * * * * + +She who walks the street by night is an outcast. She who seduces a +Prince may die a Queen. + + * * * * * + +Princes on sale for gold, women for titles, virtue for bread, statesmen +for place, and priests for salary. + + * * * * * + +Monopoly. A whip in the hands of plutocrats, which bites the backs of +men and saddens the hearts of women. + + * * * * * + +No soul can remain stagnant. + + * * * * * + +A gossip scatters more ills than a pestilence. + + * * * * * + +'Tis useless to kill the serpent after she has laid her eggs. + + * * * * * + +The poison on the fang cannot injure till the snake strikes. + + * * * * * + +When the unctious priest wants to borrow he cries, 'Lend to the Lord.' + + * * * * * + +We should not blot out the sun because its rays will hatch the eggs of a +serpent. + + * * * * * + +The lion of the jungle seizes his prey by night. The lion of the city by +day; one is stripped to the bone, the other to the shirt. + + * * * * * + +Birds are charmed by snakes, women by beasts in human form. The glitter +of the eye subdues the one, the glitter of gold, the other. + + * * * * * + +Over the grave of each child which dies in the slums should stand a +tablet inscribed, "Died for want of sunlight and pure air." "Who stole +the land?" + + * * * * * + +One tyrant dies that two may be born. + + * * * * * + +A wise man prefers virgin soil to a cultivated widow. + + * * * * * + +The bone of contention is never covered with sweet meat. + + * * * * * + +The woman is most lost who forgets her babe for the ball. + + * * * * * + +Self-righteousness can walk so straight that it leans backwards. + + * * * * * + +More women are drowned 'in the swim' than in mill ponds. + + * * * * * + +When death knocks at the door the servant answers, 'Not at home.' + + * * * * * + +A winged Cupid without a feather can soar higher than the pinioned +eagle. + + * * * * * + +He who seeks for spiritual rest in dogma will find only a bottomless +pit. + + * * * * * + +A wish from the heart travels beyond the blare of the loudest trumpet. + + * * * * * + +It is better to lavish your affections upon a faithful dog than upon an +unfaithful friend. + + * * * * * + +The poor man craves for bread--not logic. + + * * * * * + +A woman without love is a tree without sap. + + * * * * * + +The plutocrats, like the Catholics, thrive on curses. + + * * * * * + +Good advice is an atom; good deeds the universe. + + * * * * * + +The beautiful seraph makes the most dangerous fiend. + + * * * * * + +The ghost of poverty is more dreadful than poverty itself. + + * * * * * + +A religion of details is a fruit tree which produces only blossoms. + + * * * * * + +Each grain in the universe is a unit, remove but one and chaos will +follow. + + * * * * * + +Hills sunlit with promise are easier to traverse than the level road +upon which hope died. + + * * * * * + +It is as easy for the poor man to pluck money from the rich as for the +missionary to pick the pocket's of a naked savage. + + * * * * * + +A tainted heart soils the sweetest lip. + + * * * * * + +Exchange the virus of hate for the antidote, love. + + * * * * * + +A woman prefers a fervent lover to a cold husband. + + * * * * * + +A fickle woman may conquer the most constant soldier. + + * * * * * + +The begrimed soul cannot be hidden with a white-wash brush. + + * * * * * + +Our efforts should be to harmonize, not simply to change. + + * * * * * + +The most precious gem is found in the most worthless sand. + + * * * * * + +The Senate joined to the Commons is an impotent man wedded to a vigorous +maid. + + * * * * * + +The bombastic egotist floats on the crest of prosperity while the +philosopher starves in his tub. + + * * * * * + +The priest counsels men in the sterile present to feed upon a pregnant +future. Tomorrows dinner never yet fed a hungry man. + + * * * * * + +All the good in a human heart can never die. + + * * * * * + +You cannot denude a woman of her masked thoughts. + + * * * * * + +Diplomacy is cultivated in men and bred in women. + + * * * * * + +He who would pluck contentment must abandon force. + + * * * * * + +To console a widow is more agreeable than to court a maid. + + * * * * * + +The man who stains the purity of a woman tarnishes his own soul. + + * * * * * + +It is difficult to distinguish the fleshy lie from the ghostly truth. + + * * * * * + +The private ownership of land is crystalized in the question "Is the +unborn child an heir or a bastard?" + + * * * * * + +Love of the artistic does not account for the crookedness of men, though +the curve is the only true line of beauty. + + * * * * * + +Sly women walk where blunt men fall. + + * * * * * + +The stench of corruption is fragrant to the lobbyist. + + * * * * * + +A shrivelled soul may hide in a bishop's paunch. + + * * * * * + +A slippery friend is more dangerous than thin ice. + + * * * * * + +The kangaroo and the miser carry all they love in a pouch. + + * * * * * + +You cannot staunch a bleeding wound with a memory or a promise. + + * * * * * + +Marriage is a covenant which few women refuse and many revoke. + + * * * * * + +Emotion in woman is the locomotive--wisdom, the cow-catcher. + + * * * * * + +A misfit policy is as dangerous to a statesman as a misfit dress to a +woman. + + * * * * * + +The sting of a bee is not the less to be dreaded because the bee makes +honey. + + * * * * * + +Creed is as akin to righteousness as a 'bucket shop' to the kingdom of +heaven. + + * * * * * + +An act cannot die. + + * * * * * + +To exist is not to live. + + * * * * * + +Degeneracy is born of many parents. + + * * * * * + +The rich man gives advice, the poor man bread. + + * * * * * + +Happiness is now a theory, I would make it a fact. + + * * * * * + +The statute of limitation runs not against evil deeds. + + * * * * * + +The quickest cure for a passionate longing is a cold woman. + + * * * * * + +Through lapse of time the few claim the inheritance of the many. + + * * * * * + +The cause of truth will not triumph so long as it is intrusted to fools. + + * * * * * + +If the weakness of the present industrial system were realized it would +cease to be dangerous. + + * * * * * + +Snakes eggs are hatched by the sun. Misers eggs--gold--by labor. Young +snakes hiss at their mother, misers at men. + + * * * * * + +The charitable heart hath an empty pocket. + + * * * * * + +The cry of the poor is an eternal remonstrance. + + * * * * * + +The ocean of hope springs from a single drop of sympathy. + + * * * * * + +The old-time robber was the father of the new time financier. + + * * * * * + +Injustice sleeps in a bed of roses which rests on a bed of thorns. + + * * * * * + +The lamb 'love' and the wolf 'hate' tarry not long in the same pen. + + * * * * * + +A feather from the wing of truth is of more weight than a mountain of +lies. + + * * * * * + +Only the key sympathy can unlock the sacred chamber hidden in every +heart. + + * * * * * + +The bloodless wreath of love is stronger than a tyrant's chain. The one +shall yet bind the world, the other be broken by a simple wish. + + * * * * * + + + + + + +End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Wise or Otherwise +by Lydia Leavitt +Thad. W.H. 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