Christian Nestell Bovee

No man is happy without a delusion of some kind. Delusions are as necessary to ...
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Wine is a treacherous friend who you must always be on guard for.

We trifle when we assign limits to our desires, since nature hath set none.

False friends are like our shadow, keeping close to us while we walk in the ...
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Tranquil pleasures last the longest, we are not fitted to bear the burden of great ...
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As threshing separates the wheat from the chaff, so does affliction purify virtue.

A failure establishes only this, that our determination to succeed was not strong enough.

Doubt whom you will, but never yourself.

Courage enlarges, cowardice diminishes resources. In desperate straits the fears of the timid aggravate the dangers that imperil the brave.

Good men have the fewest fears. He has but one great fear who fears to do wrong, he has a thousand who has overcome it.

False friends are like our shadow, keeping close to us while we walk in the sunshine, but leaving us the instant we cross into the shade.

Earth took her shining station as a star, In Heaven's dark hall, high up the crowd of worlds.

In ambition, as in love, the successful can afford to be indulgent toward their rivals. The prize our own, it is graceful to recognize the merit that vainly aspired to it.

Heaven lent you a soul, Earth will lend a grave.

Many children, many cares, no children, no felicity.

It is the passion that is in a kiss that gives to it its sweetness, it is the affection in a kiss that sanctifies it.

In politics, merit is rewarded by the possessor being raised, like a target, to a position to be fired at.

No man is happy without a delusion of some kind. Delusions are as necessary to our happiness as realities.

Music is the fourth great material want, first food, then clothes, then shelter, then music.

Our first and last love is self-love.

Sensitiveness is closely allied to egotism, and excessive sensibility is only another name for morbid self-consciousness. The cure for tender sensibilities is to make more of our objects and less of our selves.

Panic is a sudden desertion of us, and a going over to the enemy of our imagination.

The method of the enterprising is to plan with audacity and execute with vigor.

The great artist is a slave to his ideals.

Tears are nature's lotion for the eyes. The eyes see better for being washed by them.

We fear things in proportion to our ignorance of them.

Tranquil pleasures last the longest, we are not fitted to bear the burden of great joys.

There is great beauty in going through life without anxiety or fear. Half our fears are baseless, and the other half discreditable.

When all else is lost, the future still remains.

We trifle when we assign limits to our desires, since nature hath set none.

Wine is a treacherous friend who you must always be on guard for.