How blessed might poor mortals be in the straitest circumstances, if only their wisdom and fidelity to Heaven and one another were adequately great. Carlyle, apropos to his life at Craigenputtock.
How blessings brighten as they take their flight! Young.
How blest the humble cotter's fate! / He woos his simple dearie; / The silly bogles, wealth, and state, / Can never make them eerie. Burns.
How can a man be concealed? How can a man be concealed? Confucius.
How can he be godly who is not cleanly? Pr.
How can man love but what he yearns to help? Browning.
How can we expect a harvest of thought 5 who have not had a seed-time of character? Thoreau.
How can we learn to know ourselves? Never by reflection, but only through action. Essay to do thy duty, and thou knowest at once what is in thee. Goethe.
How charming is divine philosophy! Milton.
How creatures of the human kind shut their eyes to the plainest facts, and by the mere inertia of oblivion and stupidity live at ease in the midst of wonders and terrors. Carlyle.