Plato said to his servant one day: "I would beat you but that I am angry."

Julius Cæsar having found a collection of letters written by his enemies to Pompey burnt them without reading. "For," said he, “though I am on my guard against anger, yet it is safer to remove its cause.'

Periander of Corinth says, "Be master of thy anger."

Thrice is he arm'd that hath his quarrel just.

Angry men have good memories.

Nothing overcomes passion more than silence.

There's not in nature

A thing that makes a man so deformed

As doth intemperate anger.

Do nothing in a fury-it is like putting out to sea in a storm. Though anger be very troublesome to others, yet it is most troublesome to him that hath it.

Those passionate persons who carry their heart in their mouth are rather to be pitied than feared; their threatenings serve no other purpose than to forearm him that is threatened.

Angry men are often in trouble.

"Grievous words stir up anger."-PROV. xv. 1.

"The discretion of a man deferreth his anger."-PROV. xix. 11. "He that is slow to anger appeaseth strife."-PROV. xv. 18. 'He that is slow to anger is better than the mighty."-PROV. xvi. 32.

"An angry man stirreth up strife.”—PROV. xxix. 22. If we do not subdue our anger it will subdue us.

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When Catherine de Medicis one day overheard some of the soldiers abusing her extremely, the Cardinal of Lorraine said he would immediately order them to be hanged. "By no means,' exclaimed the princess; "I wish posterity to know that a woman, a queen, and an Italian, has once in her life got the better of her anger."

I must never do anything that can denote an angry mind. I must never allow my anger to be discovered. I must check and restrain it, and never make any determination until I find it is entirely subdued.

Avarice.

I MUST take care that it is never said of me: "He's like
"Some lone miser visiting his store,

Bends at his treasure, counts, recounts it o'er.
Hoards after hoards his rising raptures fill,
Yet still he sighs, for hoards are wanting still."
Let me remember—

He only who forgets to hoard, has learned to live.
Prodigality is the fault of youth-avarice of old age.
Poverty wants some, luxury many, avarice all things.
Avarice lives by the counsels of poverty.

The base miser starves amidst his store,

Broods o'er his gold and griping still at more,
Sits sadly pining, and believes he's poor.

The miser ever fears he shall be poor.

Now 'tis the veriest madness to live poor,

And die with bags and coffers running o'er.

This is the advice of the avaricious:

Add, keep adding, little to little, and you will soon have a great hoard.

Man's boundless avarice exceeds,

And on his neighbours round about him feeds.

Many an avaricious man thus boasts :

I am a man

That from my first have been inclined to thrift.

Let them hiss on (he cries),

While, in my own opinion fully blest,

I count my money, and enjoy my chest.-Horace. The insatiable craving after money should be carefully shunned, as nothing so strongly indicates a contracted, base, and grovelling mind as the idolizing of wealth.-Cicero.

Avarice is a sin not greatly condemned by the world like sins of theft and murder. It brings little or no disgrace, and no loss of position.

Avarice is one of the vices of old age.

So for a good old-gentlemanly vice,
I think I must take up with avarice.
Alas! it is too true of many a man:-

His wealth was want;

His plenty made him poor;

He had enough, but wishèd ever more.

Lord Bacon says: "Money like manure does no good till it is spread."

Marcus Sicinius Crassus, surnamed The Rich, one of the first Roman Triumvirate, tried to make himself master of Parthia, but being defeated, and brought captive to Orodes, King of Parthia, he was put to death by having molten gold poured down his throat. "Sate thy greed with this!" said Orodes.

Poverty, says Pliny the younger-died A.D. 113—is in want of much, but avarice of everything.

Avarice is seldom found in little children, as if it were a sin peculiarly against nature.

Seneca, the tutor of Nero, and who killed himself by Nero's order—A.D. 65—says: “We are at best but stewards of what we falsely call our own, yet avarice is so insatiable that it is not in the power of liberality to content it. . . Study rather to fill your mind than your coffers."

Avarice is like death and the grave, always carrying off the spoils of the world, and never making restitution.

Would'st thou both eat thy cake and have it?

Avarice is not so much a vice as an incurable piece of madness. The arguments of reason, philosophy, or religion will have little effect upon the avaricious man; he is born and framed to a sordid love of money, which first appears when he is very young, grows up with him, and increases in middle age, and when he is old, and all his passions have subsided, wholly engrosses him. The greatest endowments of the mind, the greatest abilities in a profession, and even the quiet possession of an immense treasure, will never prevail against avarice.

"There is that scattereth, and yet increaseth; and there is that withholdeth more than is meet, but it tendeth to poverty." -PROV. xi. 24.

It much more deserves and demands my care, what estate I shall go to in the other world when I die, than what estate I shall then leave behind me in this world.

O cursed thirst of gold: when for thy sake
The fool throws up his interest in both worlds,
First starv'd in this, then damn'd in that to come.

Beauty.

A THING of beauty is a joy for ever,

Its loveliness increases.

The criterion of true beauty is that it increases on examination; if false, that it lessens. There is something, therefore, that corresponds with right reason, and is not merely the creature of fancy.

Loveliness needs not the foreign aid of ornament,

But is, when unadorned, adorned the most.

Socrates called beauty a short-lived tyranny; Plato, a privilege of nature; Theophratus, a silent cheat; Theocritus, a delightful prejudice; Domitian said that nothing was more pleasing; Aristotle affirmed that beauty was better than all the letters of recommendation in the world; Homer, that it was a glorious gift of nature; and Ovid, that it was a favour bestowed by the gods.

To give pain is the tyranny, to make happy the true empire, of beauty.

Without the smile from partial beauty won,

Oh! what were man? a world without a sun. Beauty has ever been the delight and torment of the world. It was a very proper answer to him who asked, why any man should be delighted with beauty?-that it was a question none but a blind man could ask; since any beautiful object doth so attract the sight of all men, that it is in no man's power not to be pleased with it.

What is beauty? Not the show

Of shapely limbs and features. No.
These are but flowers

That have their dated hours,

To breathe their momentary sweets, then go.
"Tis the stainless soul within

That outshines the fairest skin.

That is not the most perfect beauty which, in public, would attract the greatest observation; nor even that which the statuary would admit to be a faultless piece of clay kneaded up with blood. But that is true beauty, which has not only a substance, but a spirit,—a beauty that we must intimately know justly to appreciate, a beauty lighted up in conversation, where

the mind shines as it were through its casket, where, in the language of the poet, the eloquent blood spoke in her cheeks, and so distinctly wrought, that we might almost say her body thought.

She looks as clear

As morning roses newly washed with dew.

How goodness heightens beauty!
Beauty lives with kindness.

That is the best part of beauty which a picture cannot express. .. Beauty depends more upon the movement of the face than upon the form of the features when at rest. Thus a countenance habitually under the influence of amiable feelings acquires a beauty of the highest order, from the frequency with which such feelings are the originating causes of the movement or expressions which stamp their character upon it.

All orators are dumb when beauty pleadeth.

'Tis the eternal law

That first in beauty should be first in might.

We were charm'd,

Not awe-struck; for the beautiful was there triumphant. Beauty is spread abroad, through earth, and sea, and sky, and dwells on the face and form, and in the heart of man.

Grant that beauty were by gems increased,

'Tis rendered more suspected at the least.

What tender force, what dignity divine,
What virtue consecrating every feature:

Around that neck what dross are gold and pearl!

I have come to the conclusion, if man, or woman either, wishes to realize the full power of personal beauty, it must be by cherishing noble hopes and purposes; by having something to do, and something to live for, which is worthy of humanity, and which, by expanding the capacities of the soul, gives expansion and symmetry to the body which contains it.

The most natural beauty in the world is honesty and moral truth. For all beauty is truth. True features make the beauty of a face; and true proportions the beauty of architecture; as true measures that of harmony and music. In poetry, which is all fable, truth still is the perfection.

"God hath made everything beautiful in his time." 'Let the beauty of the Lord our God be upon us." "He will beautify the meek with salvation."