Our books are false by being fragmentary; the sentences are "bon mots," and not parts of natural discourse; childish expressions of surprise or pleasure in nature—or worse. Emerson.
Our bounty, like a drop of water, disappears 20 when diffused too widely. Goldsmith.
Our brains are seventy-year clocks. The angel of life winds them up once for all, then closes the case, and gives the key into the hands of the angel of the resurrection. Holmes.
Our charity indeed should be universal, and extend to all mankind; but it is by no means convenient that our friendships and familiarities should do so too. Thomas à Kempis.
Our chief comforts often produce our greatest anxieties, and an increase of our possessions is but an inlet to new disquietudes. Goldsmith.
Our chief experiences have been casual. Emerson.
Our chief want in life is somebody who shall 25 make us do what we can. Emerson.
Our clock strikes when there is a change from hour to hour; but no hammer in the Horologe of Time peals through the universe when there is a change from era to era. Carlyle.
Our compell'd sins / Stand more for number than accompt. Meas. for Meas., ii. 4.
Our complaint is the largest tribute heaven receives, and the sincerest part of our devotion. Swift.