Nonsense makes the heart grow fonder.
Happiness is the ability to recognize it.
I love the Christmas-tide, and yet,
I notice this, each year I live;
I always like the gifts I get,
But how I love the gifts I give!
Actions lie louder than words.
Of two evils choose the prettier.
Advice is one of those things it is far more blessed to give than to receive.
Advice ... is a habit-forming drug. You give a dear friend a bit of advice today, and next week you find yourself advising two or three friends, and the week after, a dozen, and the week following, crowds!
'Tis blessed to bestow, and yet,
Could we bestow the gifts we get,
And keep the ones we give away,
How happy were our Christmas day!
I am more fond of achieving than striving. My theories must prove to be facts or be discarded as worthless. My efforts must soon be crowned with success, or discontinued.
A blunder at the right moment is better than cleverness at the wrong time.
To take pride in a library kills it. Then, its motive power shifts over to the critical if admiring visitor, and apologies are necessary and acceptable and the fat is in the fire.
Insistent advice may develop into interference, and interference, someone has said, is the hind hoof of the devil.
how could advice be successful? If it turns out right, the adviser is ignored and the advisee takes all the credit. If it proves mistaken, the adviser receives all the blame.
Almost before the big motor-car stopped, the girl sprang out.
We should live and learn; but by the time we've learned, it's too late to live.
A critic is a necessary evil, and criticism is an evil necessity.
To make a library It takes two volumes And a fire. Two volumes and a fire, And interest. The interest alone will do If logs are few.
The way to do some things is to do them.
A cynic is a man who looks at the world with a monocle in his mind's eye.
Youth is a silly, vapid state, Old age with fears and ills is rife, This simple boon I beg of Fate - A thousand years of Middle Life.
I don't believe the half I hear,
Nor the quarter of what I see!
But I have one faith, sublime and true,
That nothing can shake or slay;
Each spring I firmly believe anew
All the seed catalogues say!
A guilty conscience is the mother of invention.
You wouldn't believe On All Hallow Eve What lots of fun we can make, With apples to bob, And nuts on the hob, And a ring-and-thimble cake.
The books we think we ought to read are poky, dull, and dry
The books that we would like to read we are ashamed to buy
The books that people talk about we never can recall
And the books that people give us, oh, they're the worst of all.
A fool and his money are soon married.
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