No matter what his rank or position may be, the lover of books is the richest and happiest of the children of men. J. A. Langford.
No might nor greatness in mortality / Can censure 15 'scape; back-wounding calumny / The whitest virtue strikes. Meas. for Meas., iii. 2.
No mill, no meal. Pr.
No more can you distinguish of a man / Than of his outward show; which, God he knows, / Seldom or never jumpeth with the heart. Rich. III., iii. 1.
No more dangerous snare is set by the fiends for human frailty than the belief that our enemies are also the enemies of God. Ruskin.
No more of your titled acquaintances boast, / And in what lordly circles you've been: / An insect is still but an insect at most, / Though it crawl on the head of a queen. Burns.
No more subtle master under heaven / Than 20 is the maiden-passion for a maid, / Not only to keep down the base in man, / But teach high thought, and amiable words / And courtliness, and the desire of fame, / And love of truth, and all that makes a man. Tennyson.
No morning can restore what we have forfeited. George Meredith.
No mortal can both work and do good talking in Parliament or out of it; the feat is impossible as that of serving two hostile masters. Carlyle.
No mortal has a right to wag his tongue, much less to wag his pen, without saying something. Carlyle.