Gifts.—­Posthumous charities are the very essence of selfishness, when bequeathed by those who, when alive, would part with nothing.—­Colton.

Give freely to him that deserveth well, and asketh nothing:  and that is a way of giving to thyself.—­Fuller.

The gift, to be true, must be the flowing of the giver unto me, correspondent to my flowing unto him.—­Emerson.

The only gift is a portion of thyself. * * * Therefore the poet brings his poem; the shepherd, his lamb; the farmer, corn; the miner, a gem; the sailor, coral and shells; the painter, his picture; the girl, a handkerchief of her own sewing.—­Emerson.

A gift—­its kind, its value and appearance; the silence or the pomp that attends it; the style in which it reaches you—­may decide the dignity or vulgarity of the giver.—­Lavater.

God’s love gives in such a way that it flows from a Father’s heart, the well-spring of all good.  The heart of the giver makes the gift dear and precious; as among ourselves we say of even a trifling gift, “It comes from a hand we love,” and look not so much at the gift as at the heart.—­Luther.

There is no grace in a benefit that sticks to the fingers.—­Seneca.

Glory.—­Real glory springs from the quiet conquest of ourselves; and without that the conqueror is nought but the first slave.—­Thomson.

Wood burns because it has the proper stuff for that purpose in it; and a man becomes renowned because he has the necessary stuff in him.  Renown is not to be sought, and all pursuit of it is vain.  A person may, indeed, by skillful conduct and various artificial means, make a sort of name for himself; but if the inner jewel is wanting, all is vanity, and will not last a day.—­Goethe.

The road to glory would cease to be arduous if it were trite and trodden; and great minds must be ready not only to take opportunities but to make them.—­Colton.

True glory consists in doing what deserves to be written, in writing what deserves to be read, and in so living as to make the world happier and better for our living in it.—­Pliny.

Glory relaxes often and debilitates the mind; censure stimulates and contracts,—­both to an extreme.  Simple fame is, perhaps, the proper medium.—­SHENSTONE.

Gluttony.—­Gluttony is the source of all our infirmities, and the fountain of all our diseases.  As a lamp is choked by a superabundance of oil, a fire extinguished by excess of fuel, so is the natural health of the body destroyed by intemperate diet.—­Burton.

I have come to the conclusion that mankind consume twice too much food.—­Sydney Smith.

Fat paunches have lean pates; and dainty bits
Make rich the ribs, but bankrupt quite the wits. 
—­Shakespeare.

The pleasures of the palate deal with us like Egyptian thieves who strangle those whom they embrace.—­Seneca.