In the morning of life, before its wearisome journey, The youthful soul doth expand, in the simple luxury of being; It hath not contracted its wishes, nor set a limit on its hopes; The wing of fancy is unclipped, and… — Martin Farquhar Tupper Copy Share
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. — Martin Farquhar Tupper Copy Share Image
Man liveth from hour to hour, and knoweth not what may happen; Influences circle him on all sides, and yet must he answer for… — Martin Farquhar Tupper Copy Share Image
Mind is a kingdom to the man who gathereth his pleasure from ideas. — Martin Farquhar Tupper Copy Share Image
Be understood in thy teaching, and instruct to this measure of capacity; precepts and rules are repulsive to a child, but happy illustration winneth… — Martin Farquhar Tupper Copy Share Image
True wisdom, laboring to expound, heareth others readily; False wisdom, sturdy to deny, closeth up her mind to argument. — Martin Farquhar Tupper Copy Share Image
Power is seldom innocent, and envy is the yokefellow of eminence. — Martin Farquhar Tupper Copy Share Image
There is a limit to enjoyment, though the sources of wealth be boundlessAnd the choicest pleasures of life lie within the ring of moderation. — Martin Farquhar Tupper Copy Share Image
Solitude delighteth well to feed on many thoughts; There as thou sittest peaceful, communing with fancy, The precious poetry of life shall gild its… — Martin Farquhar Tupper Copy Share Image
God, from a beautiful necessity, is Love in all he doeth, Love, a brilliant fire, to gladden or consume: The wicked work their woe… — Martin Farquhar Tupper Copy Share Image
The seeds of first instructions are dropp'd into the deepest furrows. — Martin Farquhar Tupper Copy Share Image
To-morrow is that lamp upon the marsh, which a traveller never reacheth; To-morrow, the rainbow's cup, coveted prize of ignorance; To-morrow, the shifting anchorage, dangerous trust of manners; To-morrow, the wrecker's beacon, wily snare of the destroyer. Reconcile conviction with delay, and To-morrow is a fatal lie; Frighten resolutions into action, To-morrow is a wholesome truth. — Martin Farquhar Tupper Copy Share
