Darby Bible Translation A fool's mouth is destruction to him, and his lips are a snare to his soul. English Revised Version A fool's mouth is his destruction, and his lips are the snare of his soul. Webster's Bible Translation A fool's mouth is his destruction, and his lips are the snare of his soul. World English Bible A fool's mouth is his destruction, and his lips are a snare to his soul.
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Young's Literal Translation The mouth of a fool is ruin to him, And his lips are the snare of his soul. Psalm They will be made to stumble, their own tongues turned against them. All who see will shake their heads. Psalm May the heads of those who surround me be covered in the trouble their lips have caused. Proverbs The wise store up knowledge, but the mouth of the fool invites destruction. Proverbs An evil man is trapped by his rebellious speech, but a righteous man escapes from trouble.
Proverbs He who guards his mouth protects his life, but the one who opens his lips invites his own ruin. Proverbs A gossip's words are like choice morsels, and they sink into the inmost being. Greatest fools are the most often satisfied. Nicolas Boileau-Despreaux. Arguing with a fool proves there are two.
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It is the peculiar quality of a fool to perceive the faults of others and to forget his own. Professing themselves to be wise, they became fools. There is a foolish corner in the brain of the wisest man. The greatest fools are ofttimes more clever than the men who laugh at them. George R. Too many men are afraid of being fools. Henry Ford. There are two fools in this world. One is the millionaire who thinks that by hoarding money he can somehow accumulate real power, and the other is the penniless reformer who thinks that if only he can take the money from one class and give it to another, all the world's ills will be cured.
Better a witty fool than a foolish wit.
William Shakespeare. A foolish man is always doing,Yet much remains to be done. Lao Tzu. Fools give you reasons, wise men never try.
Oscar Hammerstein. You know Comfort had come before, and completed the purchase and made some preparations for our reception; that is, he had engaged somebody to make the preparations, and then returned for us. Page 39 We had a fearful journey,--rough seas and rickety boats, a rough country, and railroads which seemed to lack all that we have considered the essentials of such structures. The rails were worn and broken, the cross-ties sunken and decayed; while every now and then we would see where some raiding party had heated the rails, and twisted them around trees, and their places had been supplied with old rusty pieces taken from some less important track.
Comfort said he believed they would run the train on the 'right of way' alone pretty soon. All through the country were the marks of war,--forts and earthworks and stockades. Army-wagons, ambulances, and mules are scattered everywhere, and seem to be about all the means of transportation that are left. The poor Confederacy must have been on its last legs when it gave up. To say that it poured, would give you but a faint idea of it. It did not beat or blow: there was not a particle of storm, or any thing like excitement or exertion about it.
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It only fell --steadily, quietly, and uninterruptedly. It seemed as if the dull, heavy atmosphere were shut in by an impenetrable canopy of clouds, and laden with an exhaustless amount of water, just sufficiently condensed to fall. There was no patter, but one ceaseless sound of falling water, almost like the sheet of a cascade in its weight and monotony, on the roof of the old leaky car. In the midst of this rain, at midnight, we reached the station nearest to Warrington. It is, in fact, a pretty little town two thousand or so inhabitants; but it was as dark as the catacombs, and as quiet, save for the rain falling, falling everywhere, without intermission.
The conductor said there was a good hotel, if we could get to it; but there was no vehicle of any kind, and no light at the station except the conductor's lantern, and a tallow candle flickering in the little station-house. Such a walk! As Comfort helped me out of the car, he said,"It's fearfully muddy. Already I was sinking, sinking, into the soft, tenacious mass. Rubbers were of no avail, nor yet the high shoes I had put on in order to be expressly prepared for whatever might await me. I began to fear quicksand; and, if you had seen my clothing the next morning, you would not have wondered.
Luckily it was dark, and Page 40 no one can ever more than guess what a drabbled procession we made that night. Lily cried herself to sleep, and I came very near it.
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Comfort was all impatience to get out to Warrington, and we were as anxious to leave that horrible hotel. So he got an ambulance, and we started.
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He said he had no doubt our goods were already there, as they had been sent on three weeks before, and he had arranged with a party to take them out to the plantation. At least, he said, we could not be worse off than we were at that wretched hotel, in which I fully agreed with him; but he did not know what was in store for us!
Think of riding through mud almost as red as blood, as sticky as pitch, and "deeper than plummet ever told," for two hours, after an almost sleepless night and a weary journey of seven days, and you may faintly guess with what feelings I came to Warrington. As we drove up the avenue under the grand old oaks, just ripening into a staid and sober brown, interspersed with hickories which were one blaze of gold from the lowest to the topmost branch, and saw the gray squirrels which the former owner would not allow to be killed, and no one had had time to kill since playing about, and the great brick house standing in silent grandeur amid this mimic forest, I could have kissed the trees, the squirrels, the weather-beaten porch, the muddy earth itself, with joy.
It was home,--rest. Comfort saw the tears in my eyes, the first which I had shed in it all, and said tenderly, It's almost over! I wanted rest. We drove to the house, and found it empty,--desolate. The doors were open; the water had run across the hall: and every thing was so barren, that I could only sit down and cry. After some trouble Comfort found the man who was to have made the repairs, and brought out the goods. He said the goods had not come, and he 'llowed there wa'n't no use fixin' things till they come. A colored woman was found, who came in, and, with the many willing hands which she soon summoned to her aid, made the old house or one room of it quite cozy.
Our things Page 41 have been coming by piecemeal ever since, and we are now quite comfortable.
So we ride a great deal. The roads are so rough that it is difficult to get about in any other way; and it is just delightful riding through the wood-paths, and the curious crooked country roads, by day or at night.
A good many gentlemen have called to see Comfort. They are all colonels or squires, and very agreeable, pleasant men. A few ladies have called on me,--always with their husbands though; and I think they are inclined to be less gracious in their manner, and not so cordial in their welcome, as the gentlemen. I notice that none of them have been very pressing in their invitations for us to return their courtesy.
Comfort says it is not at all to be wondered at, but that we ought rather to be surprised and pleased that they came at all; and I do not know but he is right. They were all 'misters,' not 'colonels' and 'squires. Somehow I think I shall like this class of people better than the other,--though they are rough and plain,--they seem so very good-hearted and honest. There are some half-dozen of them,--all Northern girls. I have not met them; but Comfort says they are very pleasant ladies.
Of course they have no society except a few Northern people; and he has gone to bring them out to give them a treat as well as ourselves, I suppose.