C.N. Douglas, comp. Forty Thousand Quotations: Prose and Poetical. 1917.
Tis writ on Paradises gate, Woe to the dupe that yields to Fate! 1
All day the rain bathed the dark hyacinths in vain; the flood may pour from morn till night, nor wash the pretty Indian white. 2
Learn, O student, the true wisdom. See yon bush aflame with roses, like the burning bush of Moses. Listen, and thou shalt hear, if thy soul be not deaf, how from out it, soft and clear, speaks to thee the Lord Almighty. 3
Modesty is a sweet song-bird no open cage-door can tempt to flight. 4
On the neck of the young man sparkles no gem so gracious as enterprise. 5
There is no pleasure without a tincture of bitterness. 6
Thou learnest no secret until thou knowest friendship, since to the unsound no heavenly knowledge enters. 7 We are surrounded, ambushed, by the robber troops of circumstances. 8