The city reveals the moral ends of being, and sets the awful problem of life. The country soothes us, refreshes us, lifts us up with religious suggestion.—Chapin.
It is the age that forms the man, not the man that forms the age. Great minds do indeed react on the society which has made them what they are, but they only pay with interest what they have received.—Macaulay.
In families well ordered there is always one firm, sweet temper, which controls without seeming to dictate. The Greeks represented Persuasion as crowned.—Bulwer-Lytton.
Ingratitude.—The great bulk of mankind resemble the swine, which in harvest gather and fatten upon the acorns beneath the oak, but show to the tree which bore them no other thanks than rubbing off its bark, and tearing up the sod around it.—Scriver.
One great cause of our insensibility to the goodness of our Creator is the very extensiveness of his bounty.—Paley.
Injustice.—The injustice of men subserves the justice of God, and often his mercy.—Madame Swetchine.
Ink.—A drop of ink may make a million think.—Byron.
Let there be gall enough in thy ink; though thou write with a goose-pen, no matter.—Shakespeare.
The colored slave that waits upon thought.—Mrs. Balfour.
Oh, she is fallen into a pit of ink, that the wide sea hath drops too few to wash her clean again!—Shakespeare.