Sympathy is especially a Christian duty.—­Spurgeon.

Tact.—­Grant graciously what you cannot refuse safely, and conciliate those you cannot conquer.—­Colton.

A little management may often evade resistance, which a vast force might vainly strive to overcome.

Talent.—­Talent of the highest order, and such as is calculated to command admiration, may exist apart from wisdom.—­Robert Hall.

Whatever you are from nature, keep to it; never desert your own line of talent.  Be what Nature intended you for, and you will succeed; be anything else, and you will be ten thousand times worse than nothing.  —­Sydney Smith.

Talent without tact is only half talent.—­Horace Greeley.

Talking.—­Though we have two eyes, we are supplied with but one tongue.  Draw your own moral.—­Alphonse Karr.

No great talker ever did any great thing yet, in this world.—­Ouida.

If you light upon an impertinent talker, that sticks to you like a bur, to the disappointment of your important occasions, deal freely with him, break off the discourse, and pursue your business.—­Plutarch.

What you keep by you, you may change and mend;
But words once spoken can never be recalled. 
—­Roscommon.

Such as thy words are, such will thy affections be esteemed; and such will thy deeds as thy affections, and such thy life as thy deeds.  —­Socrates.

But far more numerous was the herd of such,
Who think too little, and who talk too much. 
—­Dryden.

He who indulges in liberty of speech, will hear things in return which he will not like.—­Terence.

The tongue is the instrument of the greatest good and the greatest evil that is done in the world.—­Sir Walter Raleigh.

He who seldom speaks, and with one calm well-timed word can strike dumb the loquacious, is a genius or a hero.—­Lavater.

A wise man reflects before he speaks; a fool speaks, and then reflects on what he has uttered.—­From the French.

Those who have few affairs to attend to are great speakers.  The less men think, the more they talk.—­Montesquieu.

Speaking much is a sign of vanity; for he that is lavish in words, is a niggard in deed.—­Sir Walter Raleigh.

Tears.—­Tears of joy are the dew in which the sun of righteousness is mirrored.—­Richter.

There is a sacredness in tears.  They are not the mark of weakness, but of power.  They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues.  They are the messengers of overwhelming grief, of deep contrition, and of unspeakable love.—­Washington Irving.

The tear down childhood’s cheek that flows,
Is like the dewdrop on the rose;
When next the summer breeze comes by,
And waves the bush, the flower is dry. 

                                    —­Walter Scott.