Quotes from Hannah More

we live in an age which must be amused, though genius, feeling, trust, and principle be the sacrifice.

Love never reasons, but profusely gives, Gives, like a thoughtless prodigal, its all, And trembles then, lest it has done too little.

Depart from discretion when it interferes with duty.

Going to the opera, like getting drunk, is a sin that carries its own punishment with it.

Love never reasons, but profusely gives; it gives like a thoughtless prodigal its all, and then trembles least it has done to little.

Luxury! more perilous to youth than storms or quicksand, poverty or chains.

Obstacles are those frightful things you see when you take your eyes off the goal.

Of two evils, had not an author better be tedious than superficial! From an overflowing vessel you may gather more, indeed, than you want, but from an empty one you can gather nothing.

No man ever repented of being a Christian on his death bed.

Idleness among children, as among men, is the root of all evil, and leads to no other evil more certain than ill temper.

There is one single fact that one may oppose to all the wit and argument of infidelity; namely, that no man ever repented of being a Christian on his death-bed.

the uncandid censurer always picks out the worst man of a class, and then confidently produces him as being a fair specimen of it.

While duty measures the regard it owes With scrupulous precision and nice justice, Love never reasons, but profusely gives, Gives, like a thoughtless prodigal, its all, And trembles then, lest it has done too little.

That silence is one of the great arts of conversation is allowed by Cicero himself, who says, there is not only an art, but even an eloquence in it

A life devoted to trifles, not only takes away the inclination, but the capacity for higher pursuits. The truths of Christianity have scarcely more influence on a frivolous than on a profligate character.

Obstacles are those things you see when you take your eyes off the goal.

Fell luxury! more perilous to youth Than storms or quicksands, poverty of chains.

Luxury and dissipation, soft and gentle as their approaches are, and silently as they throw their silken chains about the heart, enslave it more than the most active and turbulent vices.

Give us the luxuries of life, and we will dispense with its necessities.

Obstacles are those frightful things you see when you take your eyes off your goal.

The secret heart is fair devotion's temple; there the saint, even on that living altar, lights the flame of purest sacrifice, which burns unseen, not unaccepted.

Trifles make the sum of human things, and half our misery from our foibles springs.

That silence is one of the great arts of conversation is allowed by Cicero himself, who says, there is not only an art, but even an eloquence in it.

Perish discretion when it interferes with duty