Ik Marvel Quotes
1822–1908 United States
Donald Grant Mitchell (April 12, 1822 – December 15, 1908), was an American essayist and novelist who used the pseudonym Ik Marvel.
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Also known as: Donald Grant Mitchell, Mitchell, Donald Grant
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I find no man so disagreeable to meet with, as one who knows everything.
My Farm of Edgewood (1863)
The attempt to better one's condition is always praiseworthy; but it is only base and ignoble to attempt to cover one's condition with an idle smack of something larger.
My Farm of Edgewood (1863)
I have no faith in cats: they are a cold-blooded race; they are the politicians among domestic animals; they care little who is master, or what are the over-turnings, so their pickings are secure; and what are their midnight caucuses but primary meetings?
My Farm of Edgewood (1863)
Coquetry whets the appetite; flirtation depraves it. Coquetry is the thorn that guards the rose—easily trimmed off when once plucked. Flirtation is like the slime on water-plants, making them hard to handle, and when caught, only to be cherished in slimy waters.
Reveries of a Bachelor (1850)
It is certain that by a special dispensation of Providence in favor of those who make up the bulk of the human family, a man may secure a simple livelihood in agricultural pursuits, with less of energy, less of promptitude, less of calculation, and greater unthrift generally, than would be compatible with even this scanty aim, in any other calling of life.
My Farm of Edgewood (1863)
Hard, withering toil only can achieve a name; and long days, and months, and years, must be passed in the chase of that bubble—reputation; which once grasped, breaks in your eager clutch, into a hundred lesser bubbles, that soar above you still!
Reveries of a Bachelor (1850)
But wealth is a great means of refinement; and it is a security for gentleness, since it removes disturbing anxieties; and it is a pretty promoter of intelligence, since it multiplies the avenues for its reception; and it is a good basis for a generous habit of life; it even equips beauty, neither hardening its hand with toil, nor tempting the wrinkles to come early.
Reveries of a Bachelor (1850)