The mind grows narrow in proportion as the soul grows corrupt.—­Rousseau.

Every great mind seeks to labor for eternity.  All men are captivated by immediate advantages; great minds alone are excited by the prospect of distant good.—­Schiller.

Mind unemployed is mind unenjoyed.—­Bovee.

As the mind must govern the hands, so in every society the man of intelligence must direct the man of labor.—­Dr. Johnson.

As the soil, however rich it may be, cannot be productive without culture, so the mind without cultivation can never produce good fruit.—­Seneca.

Few minds wear out; more rust out.—­Bovee.

There is nothing so elastic as the human mind.  Like imprisoned steam, the more it is pressed the more it rises to resist the pressure.  The more we are obliged to do, the more we are able to accomplish.  —­T.  Edwards.

Minds of moderate calibre ordinarily condemn everything which is beyond their range.—­La ROCHEFOUCAULD.

Guard well thy thoughts:  our thoughts are heard in heaven.—­Young.

It is the mind that maketh good or ill,
That maketh wretch or happy, rich or poor. 
—­Spenser.

He that has no resources of mind, is more to be pitied than he who is in want of necessaries for the body; and to be obliged to beg our daily happiness from others, bespeaks a more lamentable poverty than that of him who begs his daily bread.—­Colton.

A good mind possesses a kingdom.

Mirth.—­Harmless mirth is the best cordial against the consumption of the spirit; wherefore jesting is not unlawful, if it trespasseth not in quantity, quality, or season.—­Fuller.

Mirthfulness is in the mind, and you cannot get it out.  It is the blessed spirit that God has set in the mind to dust it, to enliven its dark places, and to drive asceticism, like a foul fiend, out at the back door.  It is just as good, in its place, as conscience or veneration.  Praying can no more be made a substitute for smiling than smiling can for praying.—­Beecher.

Care to our coffin adds a nail, no doubt;
And ev’ry grin so merry draws one out. 
—­Peter pindar.

There is nothing like fun, is there?  I haven’t any myself, but I do like it in others.  O, we need it!  We need all the counterweights we can muster to balance the sad relations of life.  God has made many sunny spots in the heart; why should we exclude the light from them?—­Haliburton.

I love such mirth as does not make friends ashamed to look upon one another next morning.—­Izaak Walton.

Mirth is God’s medicine.  Everybody ought to bathe in it.  Grim care, moroseness, anxiety,—­all this rust of life, ought to be scoured off by the oil of mirth.  It is better than emery.  Every man ought to rub himself with it.  A man without mirth is like a wagon without springs, in which one is caused disagreeably to jolt by every pebble over which it runs.—­Beecher.