Robert South (1634 – 1716)
English churchman.
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Of covetousness, we may truly say that it makes' both the Alpha and Omega in the devil's alphabet, and that it is the first vice in corrupt nature which moves, and the last which dies.
Most of the appearance of mirth in the world is not mirth, it is art. The wounded spirit is not seen, but walks under a disguise.
A man's life is an appendix to his heart.
There never was any heart truly great and generous that was not also tender and compassionate.
Passion is the drunkenness of the mind.
No man's religion ever survives his morals.
The covetous person lives as if the world were made altogether for him, and not he for the world.
If there be any truer measure of a man than by what he does, it must be by what he gives.
For he that is a good man, is three quarters of his way towards the being a good Christian, wheresoever he lives, or whatsoever he is called.
Truth will lose its credit, if delivered by a person that has none.
Innocence is like polished armor; it adorns and defends.
Guilt upon the conscience, like rust upon iron, both defiles and consumes it, gnawing and creeping into it, as that does which at last eats out the very heart and substance of the metal.
Wonder is from surprise, and surprise stops with experience.
It is idleness that creates impossibilities; and where people don't care to do anything, they shelter themselves under a permission that it cannot be done.
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