Care.—­To carry care to bed is to sleep with a pack on your back.  —­Haliburton.

Cast all your care on God:  that anchor holds.—­Tennyson.

Care to our coffin adds a nail, no doubt,
And every grin, so merry, draws one out. 
—­Dr. WOLCOT.

He who climbs above the cares of this world, and turns his face to his God, has found the sunny side of life.—­Spurgeon.

Caution.—­It is a good thing to learn caution by the misfortunes of others.—­Publius Syrus.

Vessels large may venture more,
But little boats should keep near shore. 
—­Benjamin Franklin.

Caution is the eldest child of wisdom.—­Victor Hugo.

All is to be feared where all is to be lost.—­Byron.

Censure.—­Few persons have sufficient wisdom to prefer censure which is useful to them to praise which deceives them.—­La ROCHEFOUCAULD.

To arrive at perfection, a man should have very sincere friends, or inveterate enemies; because he would be made sensible of his good or ill conduct either by the censures of the one or the admonitions of the others.—­Diogenes.

Censure is the tax a man pays to the public for being eminent.—­Swift.

The villain’s censure is extorted praise.—­Pope.

Character.—­How wonderfully beautiful is the delineation of the characters of the three patriarchs in Genesis!  To be sure if ever man could, without impropriety, be called, or supposed to be, “the friend of God,” Abraham was that man.  We are not surprised that Abimelech and Ephron seem to reverence him so profoundly.  He was peaceful, because of his conscious relation to God.—­S.T.  Coleridge.

The great hope of society is individual character.—­Channing.

A man is known to his dog by the smell, to his tailor by the coat, to his friend by the smile; each of these know him, but how little or how much depends on the dignity of the intelligence.  That which is truly and indeed characteristic of the man is known only to God.—­Ruskin.

Never does a man portray his own character more vividly than in his manner of portraying another.—­Richter.

There are beauties of character which, like the night-blooming cereus, are closed against the glare and turbulence of every-day life, and bloom only in shade and solitude, and beneath the quiet stars.—­Tuckerman.

There are many persons of whom it may be said that they have no other possession in the world but their character, and yet they stand as firmly upon it as any crowned king.—­Samuel smiles.

The man that makes a character makes foes.—­Young.

He’s truly valiant that can wisely suffer
The worst that man can breathe;
And make his wrongs his outsides,
To wear them like his raiment, carelessly;
And ne’er prefer his injuries to his heart,
To bring it into danger. 

                                    —­Shakespeare.