Part 90

Sleep, to the homeless thou art home; the friendless find in thee a friend.--Ebenezer Elliott.

The soul shares not the body's rest.--Maturin.

Our foster nurse of nature is repose.--Shakespeare.

~Sloth.~--Sloth, if it has prevented many crimes, has also smothered many virtues.--Colton.

~Smile.~--A woman has two smiles that an angel might envy--the smile that accepts a lover afore words are uttered, and the smile that lights on the first-born baby.--Haliburton.

Smiles are smiles only when the heart pulls the wire.--Winthrop.

Those happiest smiles that played on her ripe lips seemed not to know what guests were in her eyes, which parted thence as pearls from diamonds dropped.--Shakespeare.

The smile that was childlike and bland.--Bret Harte.

A soul only needs to see a smile in a white crape bonnet in order to enter the palace of dreams.--Victor Hugo.

~Sneer.~--The most insignificant people are the most apt to sneer at others. They are safe from reprisals, and have no hope of rising in their own esteem but by lowering their neighbors. The severest critics are always those who have either never attempted, or who have failed in original composition.--Hazlitt.

~Society.~--If you wish to appear agreeable in society, you must consent to be taught many things which you know already.--Lavater.

Formed of two mighty tribes, the bores and bored.--Byron.

Society undergoes continual changes; it is barbarous, it is civilized, it is Christianized, it is rich, it is scientific; but this change is not amelioration. For everything that is given something is taken. Society acquires new arts, and loses old instincts. The civilized man has built a coach, but has lost the use of his feet; he has a fine Geneva watch, but cannot tell the hour by the sun.--Emerson.

We take our colors, chameleon-like, from each other.--Chamfort.

Society is the union of men, and not men themselves; the citizen may perish, and yet man may remain.--Montesquieu.

There are four varieties in society; the lovers, the ambitious, observers, and fools. The fools are the happiest.--Taine.

Society is the offspring of leisure; and to acquire this forms the only rational motive for accumulating wealth, notwithstanding the cant that prevails on the subject of labor.--Tuckerman.

Intercourse is the soul of progress.--Charles Buxton.

One ought to love society if he wishes to enjoy solitude. It is a social nature that solitude works upon with the most various power. If one is misanthropic, and betakes himself to loneliness that he may get away from hateful things, solitude is a silent emptiness to him.--Zimmermann.

The most lucrative commerce has ever been that of hope, pleasure, and happiness, the merchandise of authors, priests, and kings.--Madame Roland.

The more I see of men the better I think of animals.--Tauler.

~Soldier.~--A soldier seeking the bubble reputation even in the cannon's mouth.--Shakespeare.

Policy goes beyond strength, and contrivance before action; hence it is that direction is left to the commander, execution to the soldier, who is not to ask Why? but to do what he is commanded.--Xenophon.

Without a home must the soldier go, a changeful wanderer, and can warm himself at no home-lit hearth.--Schiller.

Soldiers looked at as they ought to be: they are to the world as poppies to corn fields.--Douglas Jerrold.

~Solitude.~--Solitude is dangerous to reason without being favorable to virtue. Pleasures of some sort are necessary to the intellectual as to the corporal health, and those who resist gayety will be likely for the most part to fall a sacrifice to appetite, for the solicitations of sense are always at hand, and a dram to a vacant and solitary person is a speedy and seducing relief. Remember that the solitary person is certainly luxurious, probably superstitious, and possibly mad. The mind stagnates for want of employment, and is extinguished, like a candle in foul air.--Johnson.

To be exempt from the passions with which others are tormented, is the only pleasing solitude.--Addison.

Conversation enriches the understanding, but solitude is the school of genius.--Gibbon.