Wise or Otherwise | Page 6

is near to happiness who makes another smile.
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Greed is swifter than a greyhound.
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Results give the lie to many boasts.
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Nothing beslimes like a fawning tongue.
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The smallest pirates fly the blackest flags.
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The coming tempest is no less a great wind.
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Better a bleeding wound than pent up agony.
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Gigantic robberies are nevertheless robberies.
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Every furrow in the brow represents a drag-tooth of care.
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A tempestuous petticoat is more bewitching than a satin gown.
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For the light of beauty men go down into the darkest pits.
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The smart of the lash soon dies--the memory of it never.
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The meaner a man is, the meaner he not only feels but looks.
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The greenest turf covers the blackest soil.
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Only an earthquake can shake a selfish soul.
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One woman-wolf is more to be dreaded than a den of lions.
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There are women whose smile is poison, whose touch is death.
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Bequeath your good deeds to memory, your bad deeds to oblivion.
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Pity, as soft as feathered flakes of snow, whitens all it falls upon.
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If we peep behind a curtain we may see the ghost of our own hopes grinning at us.
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The albatross, like a great soul, remains aloft without the flutter of a feather.
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My sovereign hope is the inate desire of the human heart that justice be done.
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Love is as much higher, than justice as is the tallest mountain above an ant hill.
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The people have so often been beguiled that now they refuse to believe the truth.
* * * * * Why is it that down hill is always greased?
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A stain upon a woman's honour is indelible.
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Insolence is brutal--arrogance, intolerable.
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The seeds of ill grow best in the most sterile soil.
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A heart pickled in gall cannot be called a sweetmeat.
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The promise of eternal sleep is not sweet to a live man.
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The most worthless woman is bought at the highest price.
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A man can put away his wife but he cannot divorce a memory.
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Many of our good intentions are so feeble, that like snow flakes, they melt as they come.
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The earth is a fertile womb bringing forth fruits for all. A few men claim they are God's first sons and take the crop.
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There are women who breath forth intoxicating perfumes. The man who inhales them is in danger of great good or of great evil.
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Nature, unheard, performs her greatest deeds.
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Ingratitude is a tree whose fruit poisons the very air.
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Many could make lye out of the cold ashes of their hopes.
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Gather the blossoms daily--the frost may come at night.
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Plant no flowers on the graves of those we have neglected in life.
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Some men are not content so long as an unfinished crime remains.
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Some men prefer the drudgery of the devil to the sleep of innocence.
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Women are tempted to taste a little evil, just to know what it is like.
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Every life leads up to a precipice, over which a few jump, the others tumble in and are lost.
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We know that death is ever marching behind us but we never name the day when he will catch up.
To hunt for mischief is to catch disaster.
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Even a sigh trembles through the universe.
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Nature must love woman to fashion her so beautiful.
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The chain of some men's fate must be made of adamant.
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Revere the dust--it was the men and women of long ago.
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The keenest blade in South Africa is made from Ralph iron.
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He believed her an angel--married and found her only a woman.
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A curled knot of snakes is not as deadly as the signature to a mortgage.
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In London they no longer say, "Lend me your purse--but your name."
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A painter's description of matrimony--
Introduction: the background. Courtship: the middle ground. Engagement: the foreground. Marriage: the nude subject.
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Kruger is the