Generosity is the Flower of Justice
I have just received some new mail from my old friend Converges Q. Liverpool. I must admit, sometimes I really don’t mind sp@m like this, great sender name and just a random assortment of funny quotes. It reads more like a manual for life if you ask me:
He had decided to live forever or die in the attempt.
Never mind your happiness do your duty.
Hatred is gained as much by good works as by evil.
From what we get, we can make a living what we give, however, makes a life.
I’m saving that rocker for the day when I feel as old as I really am.
He who sleeps in continual noise is wakened by silence.
Sharing is sometimes more demanding than giving.
Frankly, I don’t want to see a rapid upturn.
I want it to hold until some of these idiotic competitors go bust.
A cynic can chill and dishearten with a single word.
Freedom suppressed and again regained bites with keener fangs than freedom never endangered.
No one ever suddenly became depraved.
By learning you will teach, by teaching you will learn.
An old man loved is winter with flowers.
Generosity is the flower of justice.
You accuse a woman of wavering affections, but don’t blame her she is just looking for a consistent man.
The unity of freedom has never relied on uniformity of opinion.
Patriotism, when it wants to make itself felt in the domain of learning, is a dirty fellow who should be thrown out of doors.
Every man over forty is responsible for his face.