A man too careful of danger liveth in continual torment, But a cheerful expecter of the best hath a fountain of joy within him.
Ridicule is a weak weapon when pointed at a strong mind; but common people are cowards and dread an empty laugh. - Martin Farquhar Tupper
Ridicule is a weak weapon when pointed at a strong mind; but common people are cowards and dread an empty laugh.
- Martin Farquhar Tupper
Love is the weapon which Omnipotence reserved to conquer rebel man when all the rest had failed. Reason he parries; fear he answers blow for blow; fu… - Martin Farquhar Tupper
Love is the weapon which Omnipotence reserved to conquer rebel man when all the rest had failed. Reason he parries; fear he answers blow for blow; fu…
Labour is good for a man, bracing up his energies to conquest, And without it life is dull, the man perceiving himself useless. - Martin Farquhar Tupper
Labour is good for a man, bracing up his energies to conquest, And without it life is dull, the man perceiving himself useless.
It is sure to be dark if you shut your eyes. - Martin Farquhar Tupper
It is sure to be dark if you shut your eyes.
To be accurate, write; to remember, write; to know thine own mind, write. And a written prayer is a prayer of faith, special, sure, and to be answere… - Martin Farquhar Tupper
To be accurate, write; to remember, write; to know thine own mind, write. And a written prayer is a prayer of faith, special, sure, and to be answere…
Better is the wrong with sincerity, rather than the right with falsehood. - Martin Farquhar Tupper
Better is the wrong with sincerity, rather than the right with falsehood.
God, from a beautiful necessity, is Love. - Martin Farquhar Tupper
God, from a beautiful necessity, is Love.
A babe in the house is a well-spring of pleasure, a messenger of peace and love, a resting place for innocence on earth, a link between angels and me… - Martin Farquhar Tupper
A babe in the house is a well-spring of pleasure, a messenger of peace and love, a resting place for innocence on earth, a link between angels and me…
Thought paceth like a hoary sage, but imagination hath wings as an eagle. - Martin Farquhar Tupper
Thought paceth like a hoary sage, but imagination hath wings as an eagle.
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