Martin Farquhar Tupper Quotes
Let the misanthrope shun men and abjure; the most are rather lovable than hateful.
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 men.
Ridicule is a weak weapon when pointed at a strong mind; but common people are cowards and dread an empty laugh.
Search out the wisdom of nature, there is depth in all her doings; she seemeth prodigal of power, yet her rules are the maxims of frugality.
To despond is to lie ungrateful beforehand. Be not looking for evil. Often thou drainest the gall of fear while evil is passing by thy dwelling.
Error is a hardy plant; it flourisheth in every soil; In the heart of the wise and good, alike with the wicked and foolish; For there is no error so crooked, but it hath in it some lines of truth.
Deep is the sea, and deep is hell, but pride mineth deeper; it is coiled as a poisonous worm about the foundations of the soul.
In a dream thou mayst live a lifetime, and all be forgotten in the morning: Even such is life, and so soon perisheth its memory.
True wisdom, laboring to expound, heareth others readily; False wisdom, sturdy to deny, closeth up her mind to argument.
Alike to the slave and his oppressor cometh night with sweet refreshment, and half of the life of the most wretched is gladdened by the soothings of sleep.
Men scanning the surface count the wicked happy; they see not the frightful dreams that crowd a bad man's pillow.
Life is as the current spark on the miner's wheel of flints; While it spinneth, there is light; stop it, all is darkness.
Clamorous pauperism feastest While honest Labor, pining, hideth his sharp ribs.
Betray mean terror of ridicule, thou shalt find fools enough to mock thee; but answer thou their language with contempt, and the scoffers will lick thy feet.
Deceit and treachery skulk with hatred, but an honest spirit flieth with anger.
O Death, what are thou? nurse of dreamless slumbers freshening the fevered flesh to a wakefulness eternal.
There is a limit to enjoyment, though the sources of wealth be boundlessAnd the choicest pleasures of life lie within the ring of moderation.
Anger is a noble infirmity; the generous failing of the just; the one degree that riseth above zeal, asserting the prerogative of virtue.
As frost to the bud, and blight to the blossom, even such is self-interest to friendship; for confidence cannot dwell where selfishness is porter at the gate.
Faith may rise into miracles of might, as some few wise men have shown; faith may sink into credulities of weakness, as the mass of fools have witnessed.
A man looketh on his little one as a being of better hope; in himself ambition is dead, but it bath a resurrection in his son.
Lay not the plummet to the line; religion hath no landmarks; no human keenness can discern the subtle shades of faith.
Not few nor light are the burdens of life; then load it not with heaviness of spirit.
Labour is good for a man, bracing up his energies to conquest, And without it life is dull, the man perceiving himself useless.
A man too careful of danger liveth in continual torment, But a cheerful expecter of the best hath a fountain of joy within him.
Blunted unto goodness is the heart which anger never stirreth, but that which hatred swelleth, is keen to carve out evil.
Memory is not wisdom; idiots can by rote repeat volumes. Yet what is wisdom without memory?
