We love in others what we lack ourselves, / And would be everything but what we are. R. H. Stoddart.
We love justice greatly, and just men but little. Joseph Roux.
We love peace, as we abhor pusillanimity; but not peace at any price. There is a peace more destructive of the manhood of living man than war is destructive of his material body. Chains are worse than bayonets. Douglas Jerrold.
We love those who admire us, but not those whom we admire. La Roche.
We love to see wisdom in unpretending forms, 35 to recognise her royal features under a week-day vesture. Carlyle.
We make trifles of terrors, ensconcing ourselves into seeming knowledge, when we should submit ourselves to an unknown fear. All's Well, ii. 3.
We make way for the man who boldly pushes past us. Bovee.
We manufacture everything there (in our manufacturing cities) except men; we blanch cotton, and strengthen steel, and refine sugar, and shape pottery; but to brighten, to strengthen, to refine, or to form a single living spirit, never enters into our estimate of advantages. Ruskin.
We may acquire liberty, but it is never recovered if it is once lost. Rousseau.
We may all agree in lamenting that there are so many houses where you will not find a good atlas, a good dictionary, or a good cyclopædia of reference. What is still more lamentable, in a good many more houses where these books are, is that they are never referred to or opened. John Morley.