Christian Nestell Bovee

We make way for the man who boldly pushes past us.

Earth took her shining station as a star, In Heaven's dark hall, high up the crowd of worlds.

In politics, merit is rewarded by the possessor being raised, like a target, to a position to be fired at.

The great artist is a slave to his ideals.

Good men have the fewest fears. He has but one great fear who fears to do wrong; he has a thousand who has overcome it.

In ambition, as in love, the successful can afford to be indulgent toward their rivals. The prize our own, it is graceful to recognize the merit that vainly aspired to it.

Heaven lent you a soul, Earth will lend a grave.

The body of a sensualist is the coffin of a dead soul.

Our first and last love is self-love.

The passions are like fire, useful in a thousand ways and dangerous only in one, through their excess.

It is the passion that is in a kiss that gives to it its sweetness; it is the affection in a kiss that sanctifies it.

The small courtesies sweeten life; the greater ennoble it.