Oh, how small a portion of earth will hold us when we are dead, who ambitiously seek after the whole world while we are living! —Philip, King of Macedon.
The cradle of transformation. —Mazzini.
The graves of those we have loved and lost distress and console us. —Arsène Houssaye.
Gravity.– The very essence of gravity is design, and consequently deceit; a taught trick to gain credit with the world for more sense and knowledge than a man is worth. —Sterne.
Gravity is but the rind of wisdom; but it is a preservative rind. —Joubert.
Gravity must be natural and simple. There must be urbanity and tenderness in it. A man must not formalize on everything. He who formalizes on everything is a fool, and a grave fool is perhaps more injurious than a light fool. —Cecil.
Greatness.– There is but one method, and that is hard labor; and a man who will not pay that price for greatness had better at once dedicate himself to the pursuit of the fox, or sport with the tangles of Neæra's hair, or talk of bullocks, and glory in the goad! —Sidney Smith.
A really great man is known by three signs, – generosity in the design, humanity in the execution, and moderation in success. —Bismarck.
The great men of the earth are but the marking stones on the road of humanity; they are the priests of its religion. —Mazzini.
A multitude of eyes will narrowly inspect every part of an eminent man, consider him nicely in all views, and not be a little pleased when they have taken him in the worst and most disadvantageous lights. —Addison.
What you can manufacture, or communicate, you can lower the price of, but this mental supremacy is incommunicable; you will never multiply its quantity, nor lower its price; and nearly the best thing that men can generally do is – to set themselves, not to the attainment, but the discovery of this; learning to know gold, when we see it, from iron-glance, and diamond from flint-sand, being for most of us a more profitable employment than trying to make diamonds out of our own charcoal. —Ruskin.
Men in great place are thrice servants: servants of the sovereign or state, servants of fame, and servants of business; so as they have no freedom, neither in their persons, nor in their actions, nor in their times. It is a strange desire to seek power over others, and to lose power over a man's self. —Bacon.
The difference between one man and another is by no means so great as the superstitious crowd supposes. But the same feelings which in ancient Rome produced the apotheosis of a popular emperor, and in modern times the canonization of a devout prelate, lead men to cherish an illusion which furnishes them with something to adore. —Macaulay.
Great men never make a bad use of their superiority; they see it, they feel it, and are not less modest. The more they have, the more they know their own deficiencies. —Rousseau.
He who is great when he falls is great in his prostration, and is no more an object of contempt than when men tread on the ruins of sacred buildings, which men of piety venerate no less than if they stood. —Seneca.
Greatness lies not in being strong, but in the right using of strength. —Beecher.
Greatness seems in her [Madame de Maintenon] to take its noblest form, that of simplicity. —Bulwer-Lytton.
Grief.– Why destroy present happiness by a distant misery, which may never come at all, or you may never live to see it? for every substantial grief has twenty shadows, and most of them shadows of your own making. —Sydney Smith.
Some griefs are medicinable; and this is one. —Shakespeare.
While grief is fresh, every attempt to divert only irritates. You must wait till grief be digested. And then amusement will dissipate the remains of it. —Johnson.
Grief hallows hearts, even while it ages heads. —P. J. Bailey.
All the joys of earth will not assuage our thirst for happiness, while a single grief suffices to shroud life in a sombre veil, and smite it with nothingness at all points. —Madame Swetchine.
Grief has been compared to a hydra, for every one that dies two are born. —Calderon.
Grief, like night, is salutary. It cools down the soul by putting out its feverish fires; and if it oppresses her, it also compresses her energies. The load once gone, she will go forth with greater buoyancy to new pleasures. —Dr. Pulsford.
What's gone, and what's past help, should be past grief. —Shakespeare.
Guilt.– All the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little hand. —Shakespeare.
Think not that guilt requires the burning torches of the Furies to agitate and torment it. Frauds, crimes, remembrances of the past, terrors of the future, – these are the domestic Furies that are ever present to the mind of the impious. —Cicero.
Guiltiness will speak though tongues were out of use. —Shakespeare.
Despair alone makes guilty men be bold. —Coleridge.
The sin lessens in human estimation only as the guilt increases. —Schiller.
There are no greater prudes than those women who have some secret to hide. —George Sand.
Gunpowder.– If we contrast the rapid progress of this mischievous discovery with the slow and laborious advances of reason, science, and the arts of peace, a philosopher, according to his temper, will laugh or weep at the folly of mankind. —Gibbon.
A coarse-grained powder, used by cross-grained people, playing at cross-grained purposes. —Marryatt.
Gunpowder is the emblem of politic revenge, for it biteth first, and barketh afterwards; the bullet being at the mark before the report is heard, so that it maketh a noise, not by way of warning, but of triumph. —Fuller.
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Habits.– Habits are soon assumed; but when we strive to strip them off, 'tis being flayed alive. —Cowper.
Vicious habits are so odious and degrading that they transform the individual who practices them into an incarnate demon. —Cicero.
Unless the habit leads to happiness, the best habit is to contract none. —Zimmerman.
The law of the harvest is to reap more than you sow. Sow an act and you reap a habit; sow a habit and you reap a character; sow a character and you reap a destiny. —George D. Boardman.
Habit, if wisely and skillfully formed, becomes truly a second nature, as the common saying is; but unskillfully and unmethodically directed, it will be as it were the ape of nature, which imitates nothing to the life, but only clumsily and awkwardly. —Bacon.
That beneficent harness of routine which enables silly men to live respectably and unhappy men to live calmly. —George Eliot.
Habits are the daughters of action, but they nurse their mothers, and give birth to daughters after her image, more lovely and prosperous. —Jeremy Taylor.
Hair.– The hair is the finest ornament women have. Of old, virgins used to wear it loose, except when they were in mourning. —Luther.
Her head was bare, but for her native ornament of hair, which in a simple knot was tied above; sweet negligence, unheeded bait of love! —Dryden.
The robe which curious nature weaves to hang upon the head. —Dekker.
Robed in the long night of her deep hair. —Tennyson.
Hand.– Other parts of the body assist the speaker, but these speak themselves. By them we ask, we promise, we invoke, we dismiss, we threaten, we entreat, we deprecate; we express fear, joy, grief, our doubts, our assent, our penitence; we show moderation, profusion; we mark number and time. —Quintilian.
The Greeks adored their gods by the simple compliment of kissing their hands; and the Romans were treated as atheists if they would not perform the same act when they entered a temple. This custom, however, as a religious ceremony, declined with Paganism; but was continued as a salutation by inferiors to their superiors, or as a token of esteem among friends. At present it is only practiced as a mark of obedience from the subject to the sovereign, and by lovers, who are solicitous to preserve this ancient usage in its full power. —Disraeli.
Handsome.– They are as heaven made them, handsome enough if they be good enough; for handsome is that handsome does. —Goldsmith.
Happiness.– The foundation of domestic happiness is faith in the virtue of woman; the foundation of political happiness is confidence in the integrity of man; the foundation of all happiness, temporal and eternal, is reliance on the goodness of God. —Landor.
To remember happiness which cannot be restored is pain, but of a softened kind. Our recollections are unfortunately mingled with much that we deplore, and with many actions that we bitterly repent; still, in the most checkered life, I firmly think there are so many little rays of sunshine to look back upon that I do not believe any mortal would deliberately drain a goblet of the waters of Lethe if he had it in his power. —Dickens.
That man is never happy for the present is so true that all his relief from unhappiness is only forgetting himself for a little while. Life is a progress from want to want, not from enjoyment to enjoyment. —Johnson.
It is a lucky eel that escapes skinning. The best happiness will be to escape the worst misery. —George Eliot.
That all who are happy are equally happy is not true. A peasant and a philosopher may be equally satisfied, but not equally happy. Happiness consists in the multiplicity of agreeable consciousness. A peasant has not capacity for having equal happiness with a philosopher. —Johnson.
Happiness doats on her work, and is prodigal to her favorite. As one drop of water hath an attraction for another, so do felicities run into felicities. —Landor.
Sensations sweet, felt in the blood, and felt along the heart. —Wordsworth.
Great happiness is the fire ordeal of mankind, great misfortune only the trial by water; for the former opens a large extent of futurity, whereas the latter circumscribes or closes it. —Richter.
Prospective happiness is perhaps the only real happiness in the world. —Alfred de Musset.
Nature and individuals are generally best when they are happiest, and deserve heaven most when they have learnt rightly to enjoy it. Tears of sorrow are only pearls of inferior value, but tears of joy are pearls or diamonds of the first water. —Richter.
How many people I have seen who would have plucked cannon-balls out of the muzzles of guns with their bare hands, and yet had not courage enough to be happy. —Théophile Gautier.
All mankind are happier for having been happy, so that, if you make them happy now, you make them happy twenty years hence by the memory of it. —Sydney Smith.
We are no longer happy so soon as we wish to be happier. —Lamotte.
I have now reigned above fifty years in victory or peace, beloved by my subjects, dreaded by my enemies, and respected by my allies. Riches and honors, power and pleasure, have waited on my call, nor does any earthly blessing appear to have been wanting to my felicity. In this situation, I have diligently numbered the days of pure and genuine happiness which have fallen to my lot: they amount to fourteen. O man, place not thy confidence in this present world! —The Caliph Abdalrahman.
If I may speak of myself (the only person of whom I can speak with certainty), my happy hours have far exceeded, and far exceed, the scanty numbers of the caliph of Spain; and I shall not scruple to add that many of them are due to the pleasing labor of the present composition. —Gibbon.
For which we bear to live, or dare to die. —Pope.
We buy wisdom with happiness, and who would purchase it at such a price? To be happy we must forget the past, and think not of the future; and who that has a soul or mind can do this? No one; and this proves that those who have either know no happiness on this earth. Memory precludes happiness, whatever Rogers may say or write to the contrary, for it borrows from the past to embitter the present, bringing back to us all the grief that has most wounded, or the happiness that has most charmed us. —Byron.
The happiness you wot of is not a hundredth part of what you enjoy. —Charles Buxton.
Every human soul has the germ of some flowers within; and they would open if they could only find sunshine and free air to expand in. I always told you that not having enough of sunshine was what ailed the world. Make people happy, and there will not be half the quarreling, or a tenth part of the wickedness there is. —Mrs. L. M. Child.
Comparison, more than reality, makes men happy, and can make them wretched. —Feltham.
Happiness and misery are the names of two extremes, the utmost bounds whereof we know not. —Locke.
There comes forever something between us and what we deem our happiness. —Byron.
Philosophical happiness is to want little; civil or vulgar happiness is to want much, and to enjoy much. —Burke.
How sad a sight is human happiness to those whose thoughts can pierce beyond an hour. —Young.
Plenteous joys, wanton in fullness. —Shakespeare.
Happiness is always the inaccessible castle which sinks in ruin when we set foot on it. —Arsène Houssaye.
For ages happiness has been represented as a huge precious stone, impossible to find, which people seek for hopelessly. It is not so; happiness is a mosaic, composed of a thousand little stones, which separately and of themselves have little value, but which united with art form a graceful design. —Mme. de Girardin.
The happiest women, like the happiest nations, have no history. —George Eliot.
The way to bliss lies not on beds of down. —Quarles.
The use we make of happiness gives us an eternal sentiment of satisfaction or repentance. —Rousseau.
Happiness is where we find it, but rarely where we seek it. —J. Petit Senn.
In regard to the affairs of mortals, there is nothing happy throughout. —Euripides.
Hardship.– The beginning of hardship is like the first taste of bitter food, – it seems for a moment unbearable; yet, if there is nothing else to satisfy our hunger, we take another bite and find it possible to go on. —George Eliot.
Haste.– Let your haste commend your duty. —Shakespeare.
The more haste ever the worst speed. —Churchill.
Hurry and cunning are the two apprentices of dispatch and skill; but neither of them ever learn their master's trade. —Colton.
All haste implies weakness. —George MacDonald.
Hatred.– We hate some persons because we do not know them; and we will not know them because we hate them. —Colton.
Were one to ask me in which direction I think man strongest, I should say, his capacity to hate. —Beecher.
Love is rarely a hypocrite. But hate! how detect, and how guard against it. It lurks where you least expect it; it is created by causes that you can the least foresee; and civilization multiplies its varieties whilst it favors its disguise; for civilization increases the number of contending interests, and refinement renders more susceptible to the least irritation the cuticle of self-love. —Bulwer-Lytton.
Hatred is like fire – it makes even light rubbish deadly. —George Eliot.
Health.– Be it remembered that man subsists upon the air more than upon his meat and drink; but no one can exist for an hour without a copious supply of air. The atmosphere which some breathe is contaminated and adulterated, and with its vital principles so diminished, that it cannot fully decarbonize the blood, nor fully excite the nervous system. —Thackeray.
Those hypochondriacs, who, like Herodius, give up their whole time and thoughts to the care of their health, sacrifice unto life every noble purpose of living; striving to support a frail and feverish being here, they neglect an hereafter; they continue to patch up and repair their mouldering tenement of clay, regardless of the immortal tenant that must survive it; agitated by greater fears than the Apostle, and supported by none of his hopes, they "die daily." —Colton.
Refuse to be ill. Never tell people you are ill; never own it to yourself. Illness is one of those things which a man should resist on principle at the onset. —Bulwer-Lytton.
Health is so necessary to all the duties, as well as pleasures, of life, that the crime of squandering it is equal to the folly. —Johnson.
There are two things in life that a sage must preserve at every sacrifice, the coats of his stomach and the enamel of his teeth. Some evils admit of consolations: there are no comforters for dyspepsia and the toothache. —Bulwer-Lytton.
Heart.– The heart is like the tree that gives balm for the wounds of man only when the iron has pierced it. —Chauteaubriand.
The heart is an astrologer that always divines the truth. —Calderon.
There are treasures laid up in the heart, – treasures of charity, piety, temperance, and soberness. These treasures a man takes with him beyond death when he leaves this world. —Buddhist Scriptures.
In aught that tries the heart, how few withstand the proof! —Byron.
The hearts of pretty women are like bonbons, wrapped up in enigmas. —J. Petit Senn.
A loving heart is the truest wisdom. —Dickens.
To judge human character rightly, a man may sometimes have very small experience, provided he has a very large heart. —Bulwer-Lytton.
The heart has reasons that reason does not understand. —Bossuet.
There are chords in the human heart, strange, varying strings, which are only struck by accident; which will remain mute and senseless to appeals the most passionate and earnest, and respond at last to the slightest casual touch. In the most insensible or childish minds there is some train of reflection which art can seldom lead, or skill assist, but which will reveal itself, as great truths have done, by chance, and when the discoverer has the plainest and simplest end in view. —Dickens.
A willing heart adds feathers to the heel, and makes the clown a winged Mercury. —Joanna Baillie.
Some people's hearts are shrunk in them like dried nuts. You can hear 'em rattle as they walk. —DouglasJerrold.
Heaven.– The love of heaven makes one heavenly. —Shakespeare.
Where is heaven? I cannot tell. Even to the eye of faith, heaven looks much like a star to the eye of flesh. Set there on the brow of night, it shines most bright, most beautiful; but it is separated from us by so great a distance as to be raised almost as high above our investigations as above the storms and clouds of earth. —Rev. Dr. Guthrie.
When at eve at the bounding of the landscape the heavens appear to recline so slowly on the earth, imagination pictures beyond the horizon an asylum of hope, – a native land of love; and nature seems silently to repeat that man is immortal. —Madame de Staël.
Few, without the hope of another life, would think it worth their while to live above the allurements of sense. —Atterbury.
Heaven is a place of restless activity, the abode of never-tiring thought. David and Isaiah will sweep nobler and loftier strains in eternity, and the minds of the saints, unclogged by cumbersome clay, will forever feast on the banquet of rich and glorious thought. —Beecher.
Heroes.– A light supper, a good night's sleep, and a fine morning have often made a hero of the same man who, by indigestion, a restless night, and a rainy morning would have proved a coward. —Chesterfield.
In analyzing the character of heroes it is hardly possible to separate altogether the share of Fortune from their own. —Hallam.
Mankind is not disposed to look narrowly into the conduct of great victors when their victory is on the right side. —George Eliot.
No one is a hero to his valet. —Madame de Sévigné.
History.– The Grecian history is a poem, Latin history a picture, modern history a chronicle. —Chauteaubriand.
If men could learn from history, what lessons it might teach us! But passion and party blind our eyes, and the light which experience gives is a lantern on the stern, which shines only on the waves behind us! —Coleridge.
History, which is, indeed, little more than the register of the crimes, follies, and misfortunes of mankind. —Gibbon.
We must consider how very little history there is; I mean real, authentic history. That certain kings reigned and certain battles were fought we can depend upon as true; but all the coloring, all the philosophy of history, is conjecture. —Johnson.
History needs distance, perspective. Facts and events which are too well attested cease, in some sort, to be malleable. —Joubert.
To be entirely just in our estimate of other ages is not only difficult, – it is impossible. Even what is passing in our presence we see but through a glass darkly. The mind as well as the eye adds something of its own before an image, even of the clearest object, can be painted upon it; and in historical inquiries the most instructed thinkers have but a limited advantage over the most illiterate. Those who know the most approach least to agreement. —Froude.
The impartiality of history is not that of the mirror which merely reflects objects, but of the judge who sees, listens, and decides. —Lamartine.
In every human character and transaction there is a mixture of good and evil: a little exaggeration, a little suppression, a judicious use of epithets, a watchful and searching skepticism with respect to the evidence on one side, a convenient credulity with respect to every report or tradition on the other, may easily make a saint of Laud, or a tyrant of Henry the Fourth. —Macaulay.
History is but a kind of Newgate calendar, a register of the crimes and miseries that man has inflicted on his fellow-man. —Washington Irving.
History has its foreground and its background, and it is principally in the management of its perspective that one artist differs from another. Some events must be represented on a large scale, others diminished; the great majority will be lost in the dimness of the horizon, and a general idea of their joint effect will be given by a few slight touches. —Macaulay.
Violent natures make history. The instruments they use almost always kill. Religion and philosophy have their vestments covered with innocent blood. —X. Doudan.
Each generation gathers together the imperishable children of the past, and increases them by new sons of light, alike radiant with immortality. —Bancroft.
What history is not richer, does not contain far more, than they by whom it is enacted, the present witnesses! What mortal understandeth his way? —Jacobi.
He alone reads history aright, who, observing how powerfully circumstances influence the feelings and opinions of men, how often vices pass into virtues, and paradoxes into axioms, learns to distinguish what is accidental and transitory in human nature from what is essential and immutable. —Macaulay.
Home.– Home is the grandest of all institutions. —Spurgeon.
The first sure symptom of a mind in health is rest of heart, and pleasure felt at home. —Young.
To most men their early home is no more than a memory of their early years, and I'm not sure but they have the best of it. The image is never marred. There's no disappointment in memory, and one's exaggerations are always on the good side. —George Eliot.
Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home. —Payne.
Stint yourself, as you think good, in other things; but don't scruple freedom in brightening home. Gay furniture and a brilliant garden are a sight day by day, and make life blither. —Charles Buxton.
Home is the seminary of all other institutions. —Chapin.
Honesty.– If he does really think that there is no distinction between virtue and vice, why, sir, when he leaves our houses let us count our spoons. —Johnson.
Persons lightly dipped, not grained, in generous honesty, are but pale in goodness. —Sir T. Browne.
Refined policy has ever been the parent of confusion, and ever will be so, as long as the world endures. Plain good intention, which is as easily discovered at the first view as fraud is surely detected at last, is, let me say, of no mean force in the government of mankind. Genuine simplicity of heart is a healing and cementing principle. —Burke.
Money dishonestly acquired is never worth its cost, while a good conscience never costs as much as it is worth. —J. Petit Senn.
The honest man is a rare variety of the human species. —Chamfort.
Honor.– Keep unscathed the good name, keep out of peril the honor, without which even your battered old soldier, who is hobbling into his grave on half pay and a wooden leg, would not change with Achilles. —Bulwer-Lytton.
Hope.– Hope warps judgment in council, but quickens energy in action. —Bulwer-Lytton.
"I have a fine lot of hopes here in my basket," remarked the New Year; "they are a sweet-smelling flower – a species of roses." —Hawthorne.
Hope is the most beneficial of all the affections, and doth much to the prolongation of life, if it be not too often frustrated; but entertaineth the fancy with an expectation of good. —Bacon.
The mighty hopes that make us men. —Tennyson.
Thou captive's freedom, and thou sick man's health. —Cowley.
I have a knack of hoping, which is as good as an estate in reversion, if one can keep from the temptation of turning it into certainty, which may spoil all. —George Eliot.
Hope, folding her wings, looked backward and became regret. —George Eliot.
Hope is always liberal, and they that trust her promises make little scruple of reveling to-day on the profits of to-morrow. —Johnson.
It is necessary to hope, though hope should be always deluded; for hope itself is happiness and its frustrations, however frequent, are yet less dreadful than its extinction. —Johnson.
Hope is a delusion; no hand can grasp a wave or a shadow. —Victor Hugo.
Humanity.– A man's nature runs either to herbs or weeds: therefore let him seasonably water the one and destroy the other. —Bacon.
I own that there is a haughtiness and fierceness in human nature which will cause innumerable broils, place men in what situation you please. —Burke.
Human nature is not so much depraved as to hinder us from respecting goodness in others, though we ourselves want it. This is the reason why we are so much charmed with the pretty prattle of children, and even the expressions of pleasure or uneasiness in some parts of the brute creation. They are without artifice or malice; and we love truth too well to resist the charms of sincerity. —Steele.
I do not know what comfort other people find in considering the weakness of great men, but 'tis always a mortification to me to observe that there is no perfection in humanity. —Montagu.
The true proof of the inherent nobleness of our common nature is in the sympathy it betrays with what is noble wherever crowds are collected. Never believe the world is base; if it were so, no society could hold together for a day. —Bulwer-Lytton.
Humility.– It is from out the depths of our humility that the height of our destiny looks grandest. Let me truly feel that in myself I am nothing, and at once, through every inlet of my soul, God comes in, and is everything in me. —Mountford.
Should any ask me, What is the first thing in religion? I would reply, The first, second, and third thing therein, nay all, is humility. —St. Augustine.
Epaminondas, that heathen captain, finding himself lifted up in the day of his public triumph, the next day went drooping and hanging down his head; but being asked what was the reason of his so great dejection, made answer: "Yesterday I felt myself transported with vainglory, therefore I chastise myself for it to-day." —Plutarch.
In humility imitate Jesus and Socrates. —Franklin.
Believe me, the much-praised lambs of humility would not bear themselves so meekly if they but possessed tigers' claws. —Heinrich Heine.
Trees that, like the poplar, lift upwards all their boughs, give no shade and no shelter, whatever their height. Trees the most lovingly shelter and shade us when, like the willow, the higher soar their summits, the lowlier droop their bows. —Bulwer-Lytton.
If thou wouldst find much favor and peace with God and man, be very low in thine own eyes. Forgive thyself little and others much. —Archbishop Leighton.
Humor.– The genius of the Spanish people is exquisitely subtile, without being at all acute: hence there is so much humor and so little wit in their literature. The genius of the Italians, on the contrary, is acute, profound, and sensual, but not subtile; hence what they think to be humorous is merely witty. —Coleridge.
The oil and wine of merry meeting. —Washington Irving.
These poor gentlemen endeavor to gain themselves the reputation of wits and humorists, by such monstrous conceits as almost qualify them for bedlam; not considering that humor should always lie under the check of reason, and that it requires the direction of the nicest judgment, by so much the more as it indulges itself in the most boundless freedoms. —Addison.
Hyperbole.– Sprightly natures, full of fire, and whom a boundless imagination carries beyond all rules, and even what is reasonable, cannot rest satisfied with hyperbole. —Bruyère.
Let us have done with reproaching; for we may throw out so many reproachful words on one another that a ship of a hundred oars would not be able to carry the load. —Homer.
Hypocrisy.– Whoever is a hypocrite in his religion mocks God, presenting to him the outside, and reserving the inward for his enemy. —Jeremy Taylor.
Hypocrisy has become a fashionable vice, and all fashionable vices pass for virtue. —Molière.
Hypocrisy is much more eligible than open infidelity and vice: it wears the livery of religion, and is cautious of giving scandal. —Swift.
Sin is not so sinful as hypocrisy. —Mme. de Maintenon.
As a man loves gold, in that proportion he hates to be imposed upon by counterfeits; and in proportion as a man has regard for that which is above price and better than gold, he abhors that hypocrisy which is but its counterfeit. —Cecil.
Hypocrisy, the only evil that walks invisible, except to God alone. —Milton.
Hypocrisy, detest her as we may, and no man's hatred ever wronged her yet, may claim this merit still: that she admits the worth of what she mimics with such care. —Cowper.
I hate hypocrites, who put on their virtues with their white gloves. —Alfred de Musset.
Such a man will omit neither family worship, nor a sneer at his neighbor. He will neither milk his cows on the first day of the week without a Sabbath mask on his face, nor remove it while he waters the milk for his customers. —George Mac Donald.