Never forget that if you are not interesting your audience, you are fatiguing it.
The beautiful are never desolate, For some one always loves them.
Beauty of face is but a fleeting dower, A momentary gleam, a short-lived flower, A charm that goes no deeper than the skin; Beauty of mind is firm enthroned within.
There is the beauty of infancy, the beauty of youth, the beauty of maturity, and, believe me, ladies and gentlemen, the beauty of age.
Beauty with selfishness, is a flower without perfume.
What is beauty? 'Tis the stainless soul within That outshines the fairest skin.
Fragile is beauty: with advancing years 'Tis less and less, and, last, it disappears. Your hair too, fair one, will turn grey and thin; And wrinkles furrow that now rounded skin; Then brace the mind and thus beauty fortify, The mind alone is yours, until you die.
Beauty without kindness dies unenjoyed and undelighting.
O bed! Delicious bed! That heaven upon earth to the weary head!
Generally men are ready to believe what they desire.
The kindest benefactors have no recollection of the good they do, and are surprised when men thank them for it.
A beneficent person is like a fountain watering the earth, and spreading fertility; it is, therefore, more delightful and more honorable to give than receive.
There is no benefit so small, that a good man will not magnify it.
To receive a benefit is to sell your liberty.
He who receives a benefit should never forget it; he who bestows one should never remember it.
To act always from pure benevolence is not possible for finite beings. Human benevolence is mingled with vanity, interest, or some other motive.
Bereavement makes the heart tender and sympathetic.
If you wish to become acquainted with your betrothed, travel with him for a few days--especially if he is accompanied with his own folks--and take your mother along.
The Bible is The Index to Eternity; He can not miss Of endless bliss That takes this chart to steer his voyage by.
The following lines of Sir Walter Scott are said to have been copied in his Bible:
Within this awful volume lies The mystery of mysteries. Oh! happiest they of human race, To whom our God has given grace To hear, to read, to fear, to pray, To lift the latch, and force the way; But better had they ne'er been born Who read to doubt, or read to scorn.