The Cyclopedia of Practical Quotations

Every quotation a nineteenth-century speaker or writer might want, grouped under its subject, with the author, the date and the source given as exactly as Hoyt could manage.

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77 quotations from The Cyclopedia of Practical Quotations (1896), with the subject each one is filed under.

The worst men often give the best advice. Our deeds are sometimes better than our thoughts.— filed under Advice
The beautiful are never desolate; But some one alway loves them-God or man. If man abandons, God himself takes them.— filed under Beauty
For as nightingales do upon glow-worms feed So poets live upon the living light.— filed under Birds-Nightingale
Blessings star forth forever; but a curse Is like a cloud-it passes.— filed under Blessings
Blest Is he whose heart is the home of the great dead, And their great thoughts.— filed under Blessings
Worthy books Are not companions-they are solitudes: We lose ourselves in them and all our cares.— filed under Books
How slight a chance may raise or sink a soul!— filed under Chance
Both man and womankind belie their nature When they are not kind.— filed under Character
Star unto star speaks light, and world to world Repeats the passage of the universe To God; the name of Christ-the one great word Well worth all languages in earth or Heaven.— filed under Christ
Defining night by darkness, death by dust. S.— filed under Comparisons
Tis light translateth night; 'tis inspiration Expounds experience; 'tis the west explains The east; 'tis time unfolds Eternity.— filed under Comparisons
America. America! half brother of the world! With something good and bad of every land.— filed under Countries-America
England. England! my country, great and free! Heart of the world, I leap to thee!— filed under Countries-America
The long days are no happier than the short ones. U.— filed under Day
What then remains, but that we still should cry Not to be born, or being born to die. C. Ascribed to BACON. (Pharaphrase of a Greek Epigram.) Death is the universal salt of states; Blood is the base of all things-law and war.— filed under Abd-El-Kader
The death-change comes. Death is another life. We bow our heads At going out, we think, and enter straight Another golden chamber of the king's, Larger than this we leave, and lovelier. And then in shadowy glimpses, disconnect, The story, flower-like, closes thus its leaves. The will of God is all in all. He makes, Destroys, remakes, for His own pleasure, all.— filed under Abd-El-Kader
Dewdrops, Nature's tears, which she Sheds in her own breast for the fair which die. The sun insists on gladness; but at night, When he is gone, poor Nature loves to weep.— filed under Dew
Midnight. The dew, 'Tis of the tears which stars weep, sweet with joy.— filed under Dew
Who never doubted, never half believed. Where doubt there truth is 'tis her shadow.— filed under Doubt
The truth is perilous never to the true, Nor knowledge to the wise; and to the fool, And to the false, error and truth alike, Error is worse than ignorance.— filed under Error
There are whole veins of diamonds in thine eyes, Might furnish crowns for all the Queens of earth.— filed under Eyes
Faith is a higher faculty than reason.— filed under Faith
The heart is its own Fate.— filed under Fate
Ivy. Hedera Helix. For ivy climbs the crumbling hall To decorate decay.— filed under Flowers-Ivy
The first and worst of all frauds is to cheat One's self.— filed under Fraud
Let us think less of men and more of God.— filed under God
Naught but God Can satisfy the soul.— filed under God
Burn to be great, Pay not thy praise to lofty things alone. The plains are everlasting as the hills, The bard cannot have two pursuits; aught else Comes on the mind with the like shock as though Two worlds had gone to war, and met in air.— filed under Greatness
I have a heart with room for every joy.— filed under Heart
Hell is more bearable than nothingness.— filed under Hell
Hell is the wrath of God-His hate of sin.— filed under Hell
The hero is the world-man, in whose heart One passion stands for all, the most indulged.— filed under Heroes
Lowliness is the base of every virtue, And he who goes the lowest builds the safest.— filed under Humility
My favored temple is an humble heart.— filed under Humility
Imagination is the air of mind.— filed under Imagination
And these are joys, like beauty, but skin deep.— filed under Joy
Joys Are bubble-like-what makes them bursts them too.— filed under Joy
Kindness is wisdom. There is none in life But needs it and may learn.— filed under Kindness
Translation of Certain Psalms. It matters not how long we live, but how.— filed under Life
Life hath more awe than death.— filed under Life
We live in deeds, not years: in thoughts, not breaths; In feelings, not in figures on a dial. We should count time by heart-throbs. He most lives Who thinks most, feels the noblest, acts the best.— filed under Life
Corruption springs from light: 'tis one same power Creates, preserves, destroys; matter whereon It works, one e'er self-transmutative form, Common to now the living, now the dead.— filed under Light
Ask not of me, love, what is love? Ask what is good of God above; Ask of the great sun what is light; Ask what is darkness of the night; Ask sin of what may be forgiven; Ask what is happiness of heaven; Ask what is folly of the crowd; Ask what is fashion of the shroud; Ask what is sweetness of thy kiss; Ask of thyself what beauty is.— filed under Love
Entertainment. Could I love less, I should be happier now.— filed under Love
Bower by the Sea. I cannot love as I have loved, And yet I know not why; It is the one great woe of life To feel all feeling die.— filed under Love
Entertainment. Love spends his all, and still hath store.— filed under Love
Entertainment. The sweetest joy, the wildest woe is love.— filed under Love
Garden. The truth of truths is love.— filed under Love
Rawley's Common Place Book. Let each man think himself an act of God, His mind a thought, his life a breath of God.— filed under Man
Every believer is God's miracle.— filed under Miracle
Music tells no truths.— filed under Music
Nature means Necessity.— filed under Nature
The course of Nature seems a course of Death, And nothingness the whole substantial thing.— filed under Nature
I love night more than day-she is so lovely; But I love night the most because she brings My love to me in dreams which scarcely lie.— filed under Night
Midnight. Night comes, world-jewelled, *** The stars rush forth in myriads as to wage War with the lines of Darkness; and the moon, Pale ghost of Night, comes haunting the cold earth After the sun's red sea-death-quietless.— filed under Night
Write to the mind and heart, and let the ear Glean after what it can.— filed under Occupations-Alchemy
Poetry is itself a thing of God; He made his prophets poets; and the more We feel of poesie do we become Like God in love and power, -under-makers.— filed under Poetry
A poet not in love is out at sea; He must have a lay-figure.— filed under Poets
Poets are all who love,-who feel great truths, And tell them.— filed under Poets
Leave the poor Some time for self-improvement. Let them not Be forced to grind the bones out of their arms For bread, but have some space to think and feel Like moral and immortal creatures.— filed under Poverty
Funeral. He hath no power that hath not power to use.— filed under Archimedes
Divine Ode, made by a Gentleman on the Conclusion of his Travels. Verse 6. My favoured temple is an humble heart.— filed under Prayer
Lawn. Prayer is the spirit speaking truth to Truth.— filed under Prayer
As proud as Lucifer.— filed under Pride
Ah, nothing comes to us too soon but sorrow.— filed under Sorrow
Night brings out stars as sorrow shows us truths.— filed under Sorrow
Firmament on High. Surely the stars are images of love.— filed under Stars
Bower by the Sea. The stars, Which stand as thick as dewdrops on the fields Of heaven.— filed under Stars
What are ye orbs? The words of God? the Scriptures of the skies?— filed under Stars
When night hath set her silver lamp on high, Then is the time for study.— filed under Study
See the gold sunshine patching, And streaming and streaking across The gray-green oaks; and catching, By its soft brown beard, the moss.— filed under Summer
SUN (THE). See the sun! That poor-souled piece of heroism, self- God's crest upon His azure shield, the Heavens.— filed under Summer
The sun, centre and sire of light, The keystone of the world-built arch of heaven.— filed under Summer
The death-bed of a day, how beautiful!— filed under Sunset
Grande Chartreuse. Great thoughts, like great deeds, need No trumpet.— filed under Thought
Who never doubted, never half believed, Where doubt, there truth is, -'tis her shadow. C.— filed under Truth
Grande Chartreuse. Earth took her shining station as a star, In Heaven's dark hall, high up the crowd of worlds.— filed under Work
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