It is only to the finest natures that age gives an added beauty and distinction; for the most persistent self has then worked its way to the surface, having modified the expression, and to some extent, the features, to its own likeness.
—Mathilde Blind.
“God never loved me in so sweet a way before,
’Tis He alone who can such blessings send,
And when His love would new expressions find,
He brought thee to me, and He said,
‘Behold a friend.’”
“We can never see the sun rise by looking into the west.”
Give not thy tongue too great liberty, lest it take thee a prisoner. A word unspoken is like the sword in the scabbard—thine: if vented, thy sword is in another’s hand.
—Quarles.