BOOK THE SECOND

BY

THAD.  W.H.  LEAVITT

ODDS AND-ENDS

Man’s greatest enemy is himself.

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Never chide fate while will sleeps.

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The prophet must know the past.

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Foul words kill the sweetest flowers.

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Repentant tears are the soul’s pearls.

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Common customs are not nature’s laws.

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No man blesses the calm until after the storm.

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Much study makes a full head and an empty stomach.

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You cannot fan the ashes of a dead love into a flame.

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Innocence, like a beautiful dying day, goes out with a purple blush.

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To steer the true course, one must not only see the star but have a pilot.

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It is easier to remove a mountain than to wash out a spot on a woman’s reputation.

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The marble heart has valves of flint.

* * * * * Women covet satin, as men covet gold.

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The garments of virtue are of spun gold.

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When law is blind examine your own heart.

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Valour in defence of wrong becomes a crime.

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Man ceases to be a man when his passions die.

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Trembling patience is better than proud evil.

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Malice and ignorance constantly itch for trouble.

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Life is not a funeral dole but a living present.

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He honours the state who refuses to commit a wrong.

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Opportunities, like pretty maids, should be embraced.

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Man’s injustice to man shall not be an eternal stain.

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Defeat may be more glorious than victory.

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Venom is the juice of a toad tainting the sweet air.

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You have but to sow the seeds of malice to reap a crop of grief.