There is a chill air surrounding those who are down in the world, and people are glad to get away from them, as from a cold room.—George Eliot.
Men shut their doors against the setting sun.—Shakespeare.
He that is down needs fear no fall.—Bunyan.
Moderation.—Till men have been some time free, they know not how to use their freedom. The natives of wine countries are generally sober. In climates where wine is a rarity intemperance abounds. A newly liberated people may be compared to a Northern army encamped on the Rhine or the Xeres. It is said that, when soldiers in such a situation first find themselves able to indulge without restraint in such a rare and expensive luxury, nothing is to be seen but intoxication. Soon, however, plenty teaches discretion; and after wine has been for a few months their daily fare, they become more temperate than they had ever been in their own country. In the same manner, the final and permanent fruits of liberty are wisdom, moderation, and mercy.—Macaulay.
The superior man wishes to be slow in his words, and earnest in his conduct.—Confucius.
Let a man take time enough for the most trivial deed, though it be but the paring of his nails. The buds swell imperceptibly, without hurry or confusion; as if the short spring days were an eternity.—Thoreau.
It is a little stream which flows softly, but freshens everything along its course.—Madame Swetchine.
Modesty.—False modesty is the last refinement of vanity. It is a lie.—Bruyère.
The first of all virtues is innocence; the next is modesty. If we banish Modesty out of the world, she carries away with her half the virtue that is in it.—Addison.
He of his port was meek as is a maid.—Chaucer.