How difficult it is to get men to believe that any other man can or does act from disinterestedness. B. R. Haydon.
How dire is love when one is so tortured; and 10 yet lovers cannot exist without torturing themselves. Goethe.
How doth the little busy bee / Improve each shining hour, / And gather honey all the day / From every opening flower. Watts.
How dull it is to pause, to make an end, / To rust unburnish'd, not to shine in use, / As though to breathe were life. Tennyson.
How enormous appear the crimes we have not committed! Mme. Necker.
How far that little candle throws his beams! / So shines a good deed in a naughty world. Mer. of Ven., v. 1.
How fast has brother followed / From sunshine 15 to the sunless land. Wordsworth.
How few think justly of the thinking few; / How many never think, who think they do! Jane Taylor.
How foolish and absurd, nay, how hurtful and destructive a vice is ambition, which, by undue pursuit of honour, robs us of true honour! Thomas à Kempis.
How forcible are right words! Bible.