Quotes By Christian Nestell Bovee

Fame - a few words upon a tombstone, and the truth of those not to be depended on.

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.

The great artist is a slave to his ideals.

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

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

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.

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

Example has more followers than reason. We unconsciously imitate what pleases us, and approximate to the characters we most admire.

When all else is lost, the future still remains.

We make way for the man who boldly pushes past us.

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

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

The passions are like fire, useful in a thousand ways and dangerous only in one, through their excess.

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.

The body of a sensualist is the coffin of a dead soul.

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

Tearless grief bleeds inwardly.

Doubt whom you will, but never yourself.

The grandest of all laws is the law of progressive development. Under it, in the wide sweep of things, men grow wiser as they grow older, and societies better.

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.

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

Living with a saint is more grueling than being one.

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

It is ever the invisible that is the object of our profoundest worship. With the lover it is not the seen but the unseen that he muses upon.

As threshing separates the wheat from the chaff, so does affliction purify virtue.

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

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

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

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

Enthusiasm is the inspiration of everything great. Without it no man is to be feared, and with it none despised.