"At secura quies et nescia fallere vita, dives opum uariarum, at latis otia fundis, speluncae vivique lacus, at frigida tempe mugitusque boum mollesque sub arbore somni."

"Rus in urbe."

"The country is lyric,—the town dramatic. When mingled, they make the most perfect musical drama."

"Philosophers are moral, and poets are picturesque about the country."

"The country is no more left as it was originally created, than Belgrave Square remains its pristine swamp. The forest has been felled, the marsh drained, the enclosures planted, and the field ploughed. All these, begging Mr. Cowper’s pardon, are the works of man’s hands; and so is the town—the one is not more artificial than the other."

"The country is a poem writ By God, and few decipher it."

"How happy in his low degree, How rich in humble poverty, is he, Who leads a quiet country life; Discharged of business, void of strife, And from the griping scrivener free! Thus, ere the seeds of vice were sown, Lived men in better ages born, Who plough'd, with oxen of their own, Their small paternal field of corn. Nor trumpets summon him to war, Nor drums disturb his morning sleep, Nor knows he merchants' gainful care, Nor fears the dangers of the deep. The clamours of contentious law, And court and state, he wisely shuns, Nor bribed with hopes, nor dared with awe, To servile salutations runs."

"The town is man's world, but this (country life) is of God."

"Nor rural sights alone, but rural sounds Exhilarate the spirit, and restore The tone of languid Nature."

"Nulla cogente natura, sed concursu quodam fortuito."

"Nimium altercando veritas amittitur."

"Thus when a barber and collier fight, The barber beats the luckless collier—white; The dusty collier heaves his ponderous sack, And, big with vengeance, beats the barber—black. In comes the brick-dust man. with grime o'erspread, And beats the collier and the barber—red; Black, red, and white, in various clouds are toss'd, And in the dust they raise the combatants are lost."

"Tota hujus mundi concordia ex discordibus constat."

"A man who only becomes a husband brings pain to his parents, and a man who only becomes a son brings pain to his wife."

"Contentions fierce, Ardent, and dire, spring from no petty cause."

"Irriter les freslons."

"A continual dropping in a very rainy day and a contentious woman are alike."

"Irritabis crabrones."

"If a house be divided against itself, that house cannot stand."

"Ducibus tantum de funere pugna est."

"Mansit concordia discors."

"A man of strife and a man of contention."

"But curb thou the high spirit in thy breast, For gentle ways are best, and keep aloof From sharp contentions."

"Not hate, but glory, made these chiefs contend; And each brave foe was in his soul a friend."

"Let there be no strife, I pray thee, between thee and me."

"The contention that is good for the city—I pray that god never destroy that."

"It is better to dwell in the wilderness, than with a contentious and an angry woman."

"When individuals approach one another with deep purposes on both sides they seldom come at once to the matter which they have most at heart. They dread the electric shock of a too sudden contact with it."

"So when two dogs are fighting in the streets, When a third dog one of the two dogs meets: With angry teeth he bites him to the bone, And this dog smarts for what that dog has done."

"Great contest follows, and much learned dust Involves the combatants; each claiming truth, And truth disclaiming both."

"Et le combat cessa, faute de combattants."

"'Tis a hydra's head contention; the more they strive the more they may: and as Praxiteles did by his glass, when he saw a scurvy face in it, brake it in pieces; but for that one he saw many more as bad in a moment."

"He that wrestles with us strengthens our nerves, and sharpens our skill. Our antagonist is our helper."

"Did thrust (as now) in others' corn his sickle."

"Current among men, Like coin, the tinsel clink of compliment."

"A woman * * * always feels herself complimented by love, though it may be from a man incapable of winning her heart, or perhaps even her esteem."

"'Twas never merry world Since lowly feigning was called compliment."

"What honour that, But tedious waste of time, to sit and hear So many hollow compliments and lies."

"A compliment is usually accompanied with a bow, as it to beg pardon for paying it."

"Having people be impressed with a house is not a compliment. You don't want them to say, 'What a place!' You want them to sit down and enjoy it."

"There is no character, howsoever good and fine, but it can be destroyed by ridicule, howsoever poor and witless. Observe the ass, for instance: his character is about perfect, he is the choicest spirit among all the humbler animals, yet see what ridicule has brought him to. Instead of feeling complimented when we are called an ass, we are left in doubt."

"F. M. the Duke of Wellington presents his compliments to Mr. —— and declines to interfere in circumstances over which he has no control."

"This fearful concatenation of circumstances."

"So runs the round of life from hour to hour."

"Varia sors rerum."

"Aliena nobis, nostra plus aliis placent."

"In all distresses of our friends We first consult our private ends; While Nature, kindly bent to ease us, Points out some circumstance to please us."

"How comes it to pass, if they be only moved by chance and accident, that such regular mutations and generations should be begotten by a fortuitous concourse of atoms."

"The happy combination of fortuitous circumstances."

"Accidental and fortuitous concourse of atoms."