There is a limit to enjoyment, though the sources of wealth be boundlessAnd the choicest pleasures of life lie within the ring… — Martin Farquhar Tupper Copy Share Image
Many a beggar at the crossway, or gray-haired shepherd on the plain, hath more of the end of all wealth than hundreds… — Martin Farquhar Tupper Copy Share Image
If wealth come, beware of him, the smooth, false friend! There is treachery in his proffered hand; his tongue is eloquent to… — Martin Farquhar Tupper Copy Share Image
Wealth hath never given happiness, but often hastened misery. — Martin Farquhar Tupper Copy Share Image
The wise man knoweth where to stop, as he runneth in the race of fortune, For experience of old hath taught him,… — Martin Farquhar Tupper Copy Share Image
Who shall guess what I may be?Who can tell my fortune to me?For, bravest and brightest that ever was sungMay be -… — Martin Farquhar Tupper Copy Share Image
A spark is a molecule of matter, yet may it kindle the world; vast is the mighty ocean, but drops have made… — Martin Farquhar Tupper Copy Share Image
Wealth oft-times killeth, where want but hindered the budding. — 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,… — Martin Farquhar Tupper Copy Share Image
