Poetry

mankind.”

“Who are they?”

“Life and the Fear of Death.”

CXXI

The palmist looks at the wrinkles made by closing the hand and says they signify character. The philosopher reads character by what the hand most loves to close upon.

CXXII

Ah, woe is his, with length of living cursed,
Who, nearing second childhood, had no first.
Behind, no glimmer, and before no ray⁠—
A night at either end of his dark day.

CXXIII

A noble enthusiasm in praise of Woman is not incompatible with a spirited zeal in defamation of women.

CXXIV

The money-getter who pleads his love of work has a lame defense, for love of work at money-getting is a lower taste than love of money.

CXXV

He who thinks that praise of mediocrity atones for disparagement of genius is like one who should plead robbery in excuse of theft.

CXXVI

The most disagreeable form of masculine hypocrisy is that which finds expression in pretended remorse for impossible gallantries.

CXXVII

Anyone can say that which is new; anyone that which is true. For that which is both new and true we must go duly accredited to the gods and await their pleasure.

CXXVIII

The test of truth is Reason, not Faith; for to the court of Reason must be submitted even the claims of Faith.

CXXIX

“Whither goest thou?” said the angel.

“I know not.”

“And whence hast thou come?”

“I know not.”

“But who art thou?”

“I know not.”

“Then thou art Man. See that thou turn not back, but pass on to the place whence thou hast come.”

CXXX

If Expediency and Righteousness are not father and son they are the most harmonious brothers that ever were seen.

CXXXI

Train the head, and the heart will take care of itself; a rascal is one who knows not how to think.

CXXXII

Do you to others as you would
That others do to you;
But see that you no service good
Would have from others that they could
Not rightly do.

CXXXIII

Taunts are allowable in the case of an obstinate husband: balky horses may best be made to go by having their ears bitten.

CXXXIV

Adam probably regarded Eve as the woman of his choice, and exacted a certain gratitude for the distinction of his preference.

CXXXV

A man is the sum of his ancestors; to reform him you must begin with a dead ape and work downward through a million graves. He is like the lower end of a suspended chain; you can sway him slightly to the right or the left, but remove your hand and he falls into line with the other links.

CXXXVI

He who thinks with difficulty believes with alacrity. A fool is a natural proselyte, but he must be caught young, for his convictions, unlike those of the wise, harden with age.

CXXXVII

These are the prerogatives of genius: To know without having learned; to draw just conclusions from unknown premises; to discern the soul of things.

CXXXVIII

Although one love a dozen times, yet will the latest love seem the first. He who says he has loved twice has not loved once.

CXXXIX

Men who expect universal peace through invention of destructive weapons of war are no wiser than one who, noting the improvement of agricultural implements, should prophesy an end to the tilling of the soil.

CXL

To parents only, death brings an inconsolable sorrow. When the young die and the old live, nature’s machinery is working with the friction that we name grief.

CXLI

Empty wine-bottles have a bad opinion of women.

CXLII

Civilization is the child of human ignorance and conceit. If Man knew his insignificance in the scheme of things he would not think it worth while to rise from barbarity to enlightenment. But it is only through enlightenment that he can know.

CXLIII

Along the road of life are many pleasure resorts, but think not that by tarrying in them you will take more days to the journey. The day of your arrival is already recorded.

CXLIV

The most offensive egotist is he that fears to say “I” and “me.” “It will probably rain”⁠—that is dogmatic. “I think it will rain”⁠—that is natural and modest. Montaigne is the most delightful of essayists because so great is his humility that he does not think it important that we see not Montaigne. He so forgets himself that he employs no artifice to make us forget him.

CXLV

On fair foundations Theocrats unwise
Rear superstructures that offend the skies.
“Behold,” they cry, “this pile so fair and tall!
Come dwell within it and be happy all.”
But they alone inhabit it, and find,
Poor fools, ’tis but a prison for the mind.

CXLVI

If thou wilt not laugh at a rich man’s wit thou art an anarchist, and if thou take not his word thou shalt take nothing that he hath. Make haste, therefore, to be civil to thy betters, and so prosper, for prosperity is the foundation of the state.

CXLVII

Death is not the end; there remains the litigation over the estate.

CXLVIII

When God makes a beautiful woman, the devil opens a new register.

CXLIX

When Eve first saw her reflection in a pool, she sought Adam and accused him of infidelity.

CL

“Why dost thou weep?”

“For the death of my wife. Alas! I shall never again see her!”

“Thy wife will never again see thee, yet she does not weep.”

CLI

What theology is to religion and jurisprudence to justice, etiquette is to civility.

CLII

“Who art thou that despite the piercing cold and thy robe’s raggedness seemest to enjoy thyself?”

“Naught else is enjoyable⁠—I am Contentment.”

“Ha! thine must be a magic shirt. Off with