Cunning.—In a great business there is nothing so fatal as cunning management.—Junius.
Cunning leads to knavery; it is but a step from one to the other, and that very slippery; lying only makes the difference; add that to cunning, and it is knavery.—La Bruyère.
Cunning is the art of concealing our own defects, and discovering other people's weaknesses.—Hazlitt.
A cunning man overreaches no one half as much as himself.—Beecher.
The animals to whom nature has given the faculty we call cunning know always when to use it, and use it wisely; but when man descends to cunning, he blunders and betrays.—Thomas Paine.
The most sure method of subjecting yourself to be deceived, is to consider yourself more cunning than others.—La Rochefoucauld.
Death.—God's finger touch'd him, and he slept.—Tennyson.
But no! that look is not the last;
We yet may meet where seraphs dwell,
Where love no more deplores the past,
Nor breathes that withering word—Farewell!
—Peabody.
How beautiful it is for a man to die on the walls of Zion! to be called like a watch-worn and weary sentinel, to put his armor off, and rest in heaven.—N.P. Willis.
I looked, and behold a pale horse; and his name that sat on him was Death.—Revelation 6:8.