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Thomas C. Haliburton Quotes

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A brave man is sometimes a desperado; but a bully is always a coward.

A college education shows a man how little other people know.

A man is never astonished or ashamed that he does not know what another does; but he is surprised at the gross ignorance of the other in not knowing what he knows.

A suspicious parent makes an artful child.

A woman has two smiles that an angel might envy - the smile that accepts a lover before words are uttered, and tne smile that lights on the first-born babe, and assures it of a mother's love.

Cheerfulness is health; its opposite, melancholy, is disease.

Fastidiousness is the envelope of indelicacy.

Fellows who have no tongues are often all eyes and ears.

Hear one side and you will be in the dark; hear both sides, and all will bo clear.

Hope is a pleasant acquaintance, but an unsafe friend; not the man for your banker, though he may do for a traveling companion.

It is as old as the creation, and yet as young and fresh as ever. It pre­existed, still exists, and always will exist. Depend upon it, Eve learned it in Paradise, and was taught its beauties, virtues, and varieties by an angel, there is something so transcendent in it.

Let all seen enjoyments lead to the unseen fountain from whence they flow.

Nicknames stick to people, and the most ridiculous are the most adhesive.

No man is rich whose expenditures exceed his means; and no one is poor whose incomings exceed his outgoings.

People have no right to make fools of themselves, unless they have no relations to blush for them.

The bee, though it finds every rose has a thorn, comes back loaded with honey from his rambles, and why should not other tourists do the same.

The memory of past favors, is like a rainbow, bright, vivid, and beautiful, but it soon fades away. - The memory of injuries is engraved on the heart, and remains forever.

The ocean's surfy, slow, deep, mellow voice is full of mystery and awe, moaning over the dead it holds in its bosom, or lulling them to unbroken slumbers in the chambers of its vasty depths.

There is nothing like fun, is there? I haven't any myself, but I do like it in others. We need all the counter­weights we can muster to balance the sad relations of life. God has made sunny spots in the heart; why should we exclude the light from them?

There is the kiss of welcome and of parting; the long, lingering, loving, present one; the stolen, or the mutual one; the kiss of love, of joy, and of sorrow; the seal of promise and receipt of fulfilment. Is it strange, therefore, that a woman is invincible whose armory consists of kisses, smiles, sighs, and tears?

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