Quotes By Christian Nestell Bovee

When all else is lost, the future still remains.

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

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

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

Next to being witty, the best thing is being able to quote another's wit.

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.

Our first and last love is self-love.

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

Tearless grief bleeds inwardly.

Genius makes its observations in short-hand; talent writes them out at length.

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.

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.