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Very few men acquire wealth in such a manner as to receive pleasure from it. - As long as there is the enthusiasm of the chase they enjoy it. - But when they begin to look around and think of settling down, they find that that part by which joy enters in, is dead in them. - They have spent their lives in heaping up colossal piles of treasure, which stand at the end, like the pyramids in the desert, holding only the dust of things.

Victories that are easy are cheap. - Those only are worth having which come as the result of hard fighting.

Watch lest prosperity destroy generosity.

We are always in the forge, or on the anvil; by trials God is shaping us for higher things.

We are not to make the ideas of contentment and aspiration quarrel, for God made them fast friends. - A man may aspire, and yet be quite content until it is time to rise; and both flying and resting are but parts of one contentment. The very fruit of the gospel is aspiration. It is to the heart what spring is to the earth, making every root, and bud, and bough desire to be more.

We go to the grave of a friend, saying, "A man is dead," but angels throng about him, saying, "A man is bom."

We never know how much one loves till we know how much he is willing to endure and suffer for us; and it is the suffering element that measures love. - The characters that are great, must, of necessity, be characters, that shall be willing, patient, and strong to endure for others. - To hold our nature in the willing service of another, is the divine idea of manhood, of the human character.

We never know the love of the parent till we become parents ourselves. When we first bend over the cradle of our own child, God throws back the temple door, and reveals to us the sacredness and mystery of a father's and a mother's love to ourselves. - And in later years, when these have gone from us, there is always a certain sorrow, that we cannot tell them we have found it out. - One of the deepest experiences of a noble nature in reference to the loved ones that have passed beyond this world, is the thought of what he might have been to them, and done for them, if he had known, while they were living, what he has learned since they died.

We should live for the future, and yet should find our life in the fidelities of the present; the last is the only method of the first.

We should not judge people by their peak of excellence; but by the distance they have traveled from the point where they started.

We should so live and labor in our time that what came to us as seed may go to the next generation as blossom, and what came to us as blossom may go to them as fruit. - This is what we mean by progress.

We sleep, but the loom of life never stops, and the pattern which was weaving when the sun went down is weaving when it comes up in the morning.

We steal if we touch tomorrow. It is God's.
[The Present]

Well married a person has wings, poorly married shackles.

What a mother sings to the cradle goes all the way down to the coffin.

What a pity flowers can utter no sound? - A singing rose, a whispering violet, a murmuring honeysuckle, - oh, what a rare and exquisite miracle would these be!

What profusion is there in His work! When trees blossom there is not a single breastpin, but a whole bosom-full of gems; and of leaves they have so many suits that they can throw them away to the winds all summer long. What unnumbered cathedrals has He reared in the forest shades, vast and grand, full of curious carvings, and haunted evermore by tremulous music; and in the heavens above, how do stars seem to have flown out of His hand faster than sparks out of a mighty forge!

What the heart has once owned and had, it shall never lose.

What we call wisdom is the result of all the wisdom of past ages. Our best institutions are like young trees growing upon the roots of the old trunks that have crumbled away.

What would the nightingale care if the toad despised her singing? She would still sing on, and leave the cold toad to his dark shadows. And what care I for the sneers of men who grovel upon earth? I will still sing on in the ear and bosom of God.

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