The purest treasure mortal times afford / Is spotless reputation; that away, / Men are but gilded loam or painted clay. Rich. II., i. 1.
The purse is the master-organ, soul's seat, and true pineal gland of the body social. Carlyle.
The pyramids, doting with age, have forgotten 20 the names of their founders. Fuller.
The quality of mercy is not strain'd; / It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven / Upon the place beneath. It is twice blest; / It blesseth him that gives and him that takes. / 'Tis mightiest in the mightiest; it becomes / The throned monarch better than his crown. Mer. of Venice, iv. 1.
The quantity of books in a library is often a cloud of witnesses of the ignorance of the owner. Oxenstiern.
The quantity of sorrow a man has, does it not mean withal the quantity of sympathy he has, the quantity of faculty and victory he shall have? Our sorrow is the inverted image of our nobleness. Carlyle.
The quarrel toucheth none but us alone, / Betwixt ourselves let us decide it then. 1 Hen. VI., iv. 1.
The question is not at what door of fortune's 25 palace shall we enter in, but what doors does she open to us? Burns.
The question is not who is the most learned, but who is the best. Montaigne.
The question is this: is man an ape or angel? I, my lord, I am on the side of the angels. Disraeli at a Church Conference in Oxford, Bp. Wilberforce in the chair.