Henry George Bohn quotes:

On paper curiously shaped Scribblers to-day of every sort, In verses Valentines ycled'd To Venus chime their annual court. I too will swell the motley throng, And greet the all auspicious day, Whose privilege permits my song My love this secret to convey.

Courage ought to have eyes as well as arms.

Violence in the voice is often only the death rattle of reason in the throat.

Few there are that will endure a true friend.

Hunger finds no fault with the cookery.

Advantage is a better soldier than rashness.

Friends are like fiddle strings; they must not be screwed too tight.

Nature, time and patience are three great physicians.

He that ceaseth to be a friend never was a good one.

The smile that illumines the features of beauty, When kindled by virtue, alluring appears; But smiles, tho' alluring, no magic can borrow, To vie with the softness of beauty in tears. The smiles that are sweetest are often deceiving; Too often a mask which the cold-hearted wears; But a tear is the holiest offspring of feeling, And monarchs are weak before beauty in tears.

A soldier is he whose blood makes the glory of the general.

Business and action strengthen the brain, but too much study weakens it.

Every dog is a lion at home.

Every potter praises his own pot.

Freindships multiply joys and divide griefs

Give and spend And God will send.

Lawyers and painters can soon change white to black.

Two blacks make no white; two wrongs do not make a right.

A young trooper should have an old horse.

An inch in a man's nose is much.

Good is good, but better carrieth it.

Good luck reaches farther than long arms.

He that is master of himself will soon be master of others.

He who commences many things finishes but few.

He who has good health is young.

He who knows himself best esteems himself least.

If on creation's morn the king of heaven To shrubs and flowers a sovereign lord had given, O beauteous rose, he had anointed thee Of shrubs and flowers the sovereign lord to be; The spotless emblem of unsullied truth, The smile of beauty and the glow of youth, The garden's pride, the grace of vernal bowers, The blush of meadows, and the eye of flowers.

If you would wish the dog to follow you, feed him

The lawyer's pouch is a mouth of hell.

There is nothing can equal the tender hours When life is first in bloom, When the heart like a bee, in a wild of flowers, Finds everywhere perfume; When the present is all and it questions not If those flowers shall pass away, But pleased with its own delightful lot, Dreams never of decay.

Use soft words in hard arguments.

He preacheth patience that never knew pain

Forgiveness is the noblest vengeance.