Praise a fool, and slay him; for the canvas of his vanity is spread; His bark is shallow in the water, and a sudden gust shall sink it: Praise a wise man, and speed him on his way; for he… — 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
Mind is a kingdom to the man who gathereth his pleasure from ideas. — Martin Farquhar Tupper Copy Share
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
True wisdom, laboring to expound, heareth others readily; False wisdom, sturdy to deny, closeth up her mind to argument. — Martin Farquhar Tupper Copy Share
Power is seldom innocent, and envy is the yokefellow of eminence. — Martin Farquhar Tupper Copy Share
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
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
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
The seeds of first instructions are dropp'd into the deepest furrows. — Martin Farquhar Tupper Copy Share
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,… — Martin Farquhar Tupper Copy Share
Speech is the golden harvest that followeth the flowering of thought. — Martin Farquhar Tupper Copy Share
Lay not the plummet to the line; religion hath no landmarks; no human keenness can discern the subtle shades of faith. — Martin Farquhar Tupper Copy Share
Alike to the slave and his oppressor cometh night with sweet refreshment, and half of the life of the most wretched is gladdened by… — Martin Farquhar Tupper Copy Share
