Book of Wise Sayings | Page 5

Barrow.
74.
The round of a passionate man's life is in contracting debts in his
passion which his virtue obliges him to pay. He spends his time in
outrage and acknowledgment, injury and reparation.
Johnson.
75.
To reprehend well is the most necessary and the hardest part of
friendship. Who is it that does not sometimes merit a check, and yet
how few will endure one? Yet wherein can a friend more unfold his
love than in preventing dangers before their birth, or in bringing a man
to safety who is travelling on the road to ruin? I grant there is a manner
of reprehending which turns a benefit into an injury, and then it both
strengthens error and wounds the giver. When thou chidest thy
wandering friend do it secretly, in season, in love, not in the ear of a
popular convention, for oftentimes the presence of a multitude makes a
man take up an unjust defence, rather than fall into a just shame.
Feltham.
76.
I put no account on him who esteems himself just as the popular breath
may chance to raise him.
Goethe.
77.

He who seeks wealth sacrifices his own pleasure, and, like him who
carries burdens for others, bears the load of anxiety.
Hitopadesa.
78.
Circumspection in calamity; mercy in greatness; good speeches in
assemblies; fortitude in adversity: these are the self-attained perfections
of great souls.
Hitopadesa.
79.
The best preacher is the heart; the best teacher is time; the best book is
the world; the best friend is God.
Talmud.
80.
A woman will not throw away a garland, though soiled, which her
lover gave: not in the object lies a present's worth, but in the love which
it was meant to mark.
Bháravi.
81.
Men who have not observed discipline, and have not gained treasure in
their youth, perish like old herons in a lake without fish.
Dhammapada.
82.
As drops of bitter medicine, though minute, may have a salutary force,
so words, though few and painful, uttered seasonably, may rouse the

prostrate energies of those who meet misfortune with despondency.
Bháravi.
83.
There are three whose life is no life: he who lives at another's table; he
whose wife domineers over him; and he who suffers bodily affliction.
Talmud.
84.
Let thy words between two foes be such that if they were to become
friends thou shouldst not be ashamed.
Sa'dí.
85.
An indiscreet man is more hurtful than an ill-natured one; for as the
latter will only attack his enemies, and those he wishes ill to, the other
injures indifferently both his friends and foes.
Addison.
86.
A man of quick and active wit For drudgery is more unfit, Compared to
those of duller parts, Than running nags are to draw carts.
Butler.
87.
All affectation is the vain and ridiculous attempt of poverty to appear
rich.
Lavater.

88.
There never was, there never will be, a man who is always praised, or a
man who is always blamed.
Dhammapada.
89.
A good man's intellect is piercing, yet inflicts no wound; his actions are
deliberate, yet bold; his heart is warm, but never burns; his speech is
eloquent, yet ever true.
Mágha.
90.
He who can feel ashamed will not readily do wrong.
Talmud.
91.
A stranger who is kind is a kinsman; an unkind kinsman is a stranger.
Hitopadesa.
92.
The good to others kindness show, And from them no return exact; The
best and greatest men, they know, Thus ever nobly love to act.[7]
Mahábhárata.
[7] Cf. Luke, VI, 34, 35.
93.
Trees loaded with fruit are bent down; the clouds when charged with

fresh rain hang down near the earth: even so good men are not uplifted
through prosperity. Such is the natural character of the liberal.
Bhartrihari.
94.
The man who neither gives in charity nor enjoys his wealth, which
every day increases, breathes, indeed, like the bellows of a smith, but
cannot be said to live.
Hitopadesa.
95.
That energy which veils itself in mildness is most effective of its
object.
Mágha.
96.
Our writings are like so many dishes, our readers, our guests, our books,
like beauty--that which one admires another rejects; so we are approved
as men's fancies are inclined.... As apothecaries, we make new mixtures
every day, pour out of one vessel into another; and as those old Romans
robbed all cities of the world to set out their bad-cited Rome, we skim
off the cream of other men's wits, pick the choice flowers of their tilled
gardens, to set out our own sterile plots. We weave the same web still,
twist the same rope again and again; or, if it be a new invention, 'tis but
some bauble or toy, which idle fellows write, for as idle fellows to
read.[8]
Burton.
[8] Ferriar has pointed