Riches, understanding, beauty, are fair gifts of God.—Luther.
And with them words of so sweet breath composed as made the things more rich.—Shakespeare.
How can that gift leave a trace which has left no void?—Madame Swetchine.
The best thing to give to your enemy is forgiveness; to an opponent, tolerance; to a friend, your heart; to your child, a good example; to a father, deference; to your mother, conduct that will make her proud of you; to yourself, respect; to all men, charity.—Mrs. Balfour.
Examples are few of men ruined by giving. Men are heroes in spending, very cravens in what they give.—Bovée.
When a friend asks, there is no to-morrow.—George Herbert.
Strange designs lurk under a gift. "Give the horse to his Holiness," said the cardinal. "I cannot serve you!"—Zimmermann.
Glory.—To a father who loves his children victory has no charms. When the heart speaks, glory itself is an illusion.—Napoleon.
Those who start for human glory, like the mettled hounds of Actæon, must pursue the game not only where there is a path, but where there is none. They must be able to simulate and dissimulate, to leap and to creep; to conquer the earth like Cæsar, or to fall down and kiss it like Brutus; to throw their sword like Brennus into the trembling scale; or, like Nelson, to snatch the laurels from the doubtful hand of Victory, while she is hesitating where to bestow them.—Colton.
Obloquy is a necessary ingredient in the composition of all true glory.—Burke.