Christian Nestell Bovee
Christian Nestell Bovee
Christian Nestell Boveewas an epigrammatic New York writer. He was born in New York City...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionAuthor
CountryUnited States of America
fear worry imagination
Panic is a sudden desertion of us, and a going over to the enemy of our imagination.
nature sadness eye
Tears are nature's lotion for the eyes. The eyes see better for being washed by them.
mistake literature sound
A sound discretion is not so much indicated by never making a mistake as by never repeating it.
adversity affliction wheat
As threshing separates the wheat from the chaff, so does affliction purify virtue.
character followers literature
Example has more followers than reason. We unconsciously imitate what pleases us, and approximate to the characters we most admire.
inspirational witty able
Next to being witty, the best thing is being able to quote another's wit.
writing hands genius
Genius makes its observations in short-hand; talent writes them out at length.
inspirational saint christian-living
Living with a saint is more grueling than being one.
stars dark heaven
Earth took her shining station as a star, In Heaven's dark hall, high up the crowd of worlds.
men animal stones
The Breath becomes a stone; the stone, a plant; the plant, an animal; the animal, a man; the man, a spirit; and the spirit, a god.
men complaining knaves
The life even of a just man is a round of petty frauds; that of a knave a series of greater. We degrade life by our follies and vices, and then complain that the unhappiness which is only their accompaniment is inherent in the constitution of things.
character giving events
Give me the character and I will forecast the event.
courage easier dies
It is easier to die bravely than to live so.
cutting men yawning
What a position of transcendent horror must that be, where the perpetrator of a great crime, till then a stranger to positive guilt, finds himself suddenly cut off, and forever, from all human sympathy, isolated from hope, the tenant of a solitary cell, and with a wide, impassable gulf yawning between him and that great brotherhood of which he has ceased to be a part--no longer regarded as a man, but as a monster in the shape of one, from whom Mercy herself turns away, and for whom Pity even has no tears!