Harold W Thompson

Mud thrown is ground lost.

God sends every bird its food, but He does not throw it into the nest.

Real glory springs from the silent conquest of ourselves. Without that, the conqueror is naught but the foist slave.

The generous heart should scorn a pleasure which gives others pain.

What, what is virtue but repose of mind?

A man does not look behind the door unless he has stood there himself.

There be four good mothers who have four bad daughters: Truth hath Hatred, Prosperity hath Pride, Security hath Peril, and Familiarity hath Contempt.

Who has loved most, he best can love again.

Hearts don't break; they bend and wither.