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Our birth is nothing but our death begun, as tapers waster the moment they take fire.
Young.
Custom forms us all; our thoughts, our morals, our most fixed belief, are consequences of the place of our birth.
Hill.
What is birth to a man if it be a stain to his dead ancestors to have left such an offspring?
Sir P.Sidney.
A noble birth and fortune, though they make not a bad man good, yet they are a real advantage to a worthy one, and place his virtues in the fairest light.
Lillo.
High birth is a gift of fortune which should never challenge esteem toward those who receive it, since it costs them neither study nor labor.
Bruyere.
Of all vanities and fopperies, the vanity of high birth is the greatest. True nobility is derived from virtue, not from birth. Titles, indeed, may be purchased; but virtue is the only coin that makes the bargain valid.
Burton.
Distinguished birth is indeed an honor to him who lives worthily of the virtue of his progenitors. If, as Seneca says, “Virtue is the only nobility.” He is doubly a nobleman who is not only descended from a virtuous ancestry, but is himself virtuous.
When real nobleness accompanies the imaginary one of birth, the imaginary seems to mix with the real and become real too.
Greville.
Those who have nothing else to recommend them to the respect of others but only their blood, cry it up at a great rate, and have their mouths perpetually full of it. By this mark they commonly distinguish themselves; but you may depend upon it there is no good bottom, nothing of the true worth of their own when they insist so much and set their credit on that of others.
Charron.
I have learned to judge of men by their own deeds, and not to make the accident of birth the standard of their merit.
Mrs. Hale.
Features alone do not run in the blood; vices and virtues, genius and folly, are transmitted through the same sure but unseen channel.
Hazlitt.
Naked came I out of my mother’s womb, and naked shall I return thither;
Why is it that we rejoice at a birth and grieve at a funeral? Is it because we are not the person concerned?
Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting:
The soul that rises with us, our life’s star,
Hath had elsewhere its setting,
And cometh from afar:
Not in entire forgetfulness,
And not in utter nakedness,
But trailing clouds of glory do we come
From God who is our home.
Young.
Custom forms us all; our thoughts, our morals, our most fixed belief, are consequences of the place of our birth.
Hill.
What is birth to a man if it be a stain to his dead ancestors to have left such an offspring?
Sir P.Sidney.
A noble birth and fortune, though they make not a bad man good, yet they are a real advantage to a worthy one, and place his virtues in the fairest light.
Lillo.
High birth is a gift of fortune which should never challenge esteem toward those who receive it, since it costs them neither study nor labor.
Bruyere.
Of all vanities and fopperies, the vanity of high birth is the greatest. True nobility is derived from virtue, not from birth. Titles, indeed, may be purchased; but virtue is the only coin that makes the bargain valid.
Burton.
Distinguished birth is indeed an honor to him who lives worthily of the virtue of his progenitors. If, as Seneca says, “Virtue is the only nobility.” He is doubly a nobleman who is not only descended from a virtuous ancestry, but is himself virtuous.
When real nobleness accompanies the imaginary one of birth, the imaginary seems to mix with the real and become real too.
Greville.
Those who have nothing else to recommend them to the respect of others but only their blood, cry it up at a great rate, and have their mouths perpetually full of it. By this mark they commonly distinguish themselves; but you may depend upon it there is no good bottom, nothing of the true worth of their own when they insist so much and set their credit on that of others.
Charron.
I have learned to judge of men by their own deeds, and not to make the accident of birth the standard of their merit.
Mrs. Hale.
Features alone do not run in the blood; vices and virtues, genius and folly, are transmitted through the same sure but unseen channel.
Hazlitt.
Naked came I out of my mother’s womb, and naked shall I return thither;
Why is it that we rejoice at a birth and grieve at a funeral? Is it because we are not the person concerned?
Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting:
The soul that rises with us, our life’s star,
Hath had elsewhere its setting,
And cometh from afar:
Not in entire forgetfulness,
And not in utter nakedness,
But trailing clouds of glory do we come
From God who is our home.
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