117. That house was built on purpose to show in what an exceeding small compass comfort may be packed.—Mitford.
118. But the life which is to endure grows slowly; and as the soil must be prepared before the wheat can be sown, so before the kingdom of heaven could throw up its shoots there was needed a kingdom of this world where the nations were neither torn in pieces by violence, nor were rushing after false ideals and spurious ambitions.—Fronde.
119. Words afford a more delicious music than the chords of any instrument; they are susceptible of richer colors than any painter’s palette; and that they should be used merely for the transportation of intelligence, as a wheelbarrow carries brick, is not enough.—Higginson.
120. It always seems to be raining harder than it really is when you look at the weather through the window.—Lubbock.
121. Sleep and dreams exist on this condition—that no one wake the dreamer.—Schreiner.
122. It is only when you stick it in the silver candlestick and introduce it into the drawing-room, that a tallow-dip seems plebeian, dim, and ineffectual.—George Eliot.
123. The crow boasts from the moment his loud voice first comes back to his ears from the echoing hillside, he steals from the time he sees the corn blades start from the furrow.—Bolles.
124. A man who has learned to do anything well enjoys doing it. This is the lure which wise Nature uses to lead us to finish our work.—J. F. Clarke.
125. A great Bostonian, whom I remember to have heard speculate on the superiority of a state of civilization in which you could buy two cents’ worth of beef to one in which so small a quantity was unpurchasable, would find the system perfected in Venice, where you can buy half a cent’s worth.—Howells.
126. At the foot of these fairy mountains, the voyager may have descried the light smoke curling up from a village, whose shingle-roofs gleam among the trees, just where the blue tints of the upland melt away into the fresh green of the nearer landscape.—Irving.