Happy the boy whose mother is tired of talking nonsense to him before he is old enough to know the

Happy the boy whose mother is tired of talking nonsense to him before he is old enough to know the sense of it.

Author: Augustus Hare

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A man prone to suspect evil is mostly looking in his neighbor for what he sees in himself.

It is with flowers as with moral qualities, the bright are sometimes poisonous, but I believe never the sweet.

Crimes sometimes shock us too much, vices almost always too little.

What a person praises is perhaps a surer standard even than what he condemns of his own character information and abilities.

He who would travel happily must travel light.

Others may know pleasure, but pleasure is not happiness. It has no more importance than a shadow following a man.

Money is numbers and numbers never end. If it takes money to be happy, your search for happiness will never end.

Just because you are happy it does not mean that the day is perfect, but that you have looked beyond its imperfections.