Thought for the day...

Violence does even justice unjustly.


Nothing good comes of violence.


He that keeps malice harbors a viper in his heart.


A simple maiden in her flower is worth a hundred coats-of-arms.


Youth, like virgin parchment, is capable of any inscription.

 

A red-headed man will make a good stallion.


Virtue is its own reward.


Virtue never grows old.


Blood is inherited but virtue is achieved.

 

Virtue is the only true nobility.


Virtues all agree, but vices fight one another.


A virtuous woman commands her husband by obeying him.


Fair women without virtue is like stale wine.

 

Virtue will triumph.


Visits should be short, like a winter’s day.


Visitors, if they did not visit, would do nothing.


We can bear evil deeds better than evil tongues.

 

Vivacity is the health of the spirit.


Vivacity is the gift of woman.


Vivacity in youth is often mistaken for genius, and solidity for dullness.


The vivacity that increases with years is not far from folly.

 

The voice is the guardian of the mind.


A sweet voice is often a devil’s arrow that reaches the heart.


Asses sing badly because they pitch their voices too high.


Work and vote as you talk and pray.

 

Vows made in storms are forgotten in calms.


To endeavor to work upon the vulgar with fine sense is like attempting to hew blocks with a razor.


Vulgar minds growl beneath their load; the brave bear theirs without repining.


Success will popularize the grossest vulgarity.

 

A dunghill will produce beautiful flowers.


The bigger the man, the better the mark.


It is not safe to wade in unknown water.


Learn to labor and wait.


They also serve who only stand and wait.

 

If you wait upon fortune, you’ll never be sure of your dinner.


A woman is known by her walking and drinking.


We walk by faith, not by sight.


The weakest goes to the wall.


A wall between preserves love.