A Quote by George Bancroft

By common consent, gray hairs are a crown of glory: the only object of respect that can never excite envy. — © George Bancroft
By common consent, gray hairs are a crown of glory: the only object of respect that can never excite envy.
By common consent gray hairs are a crown of glory; the only object of respect that can never excite envy.
To be an object of hatred and aversion to their contemporaries has been the usual fate of all those whose merit has raised them above the common level. The man who submits to the shafts of envy for the sake of noble objects pursues a judicious course for his own lasting fame. Hatred dies with its object, while merit soon breaks forth in full splendor, and his glory is handed down to posterity in never-dying strains.
So fallen! so lost! the light withdrawn Which once he wore; The glory from his gray hairs gone For evermore!
I am not going to respect... gray hairs unless there is wisdom beneath them.
Gray hairs are signs of wisdom if you hold your tongue, speak and they are but hairs, as in the young.
I've tried doing so, for it was never my intention to paint only with gray. But in the course of my work I have eliminated one color after another, and what has remained is gray, gray, gray!
Civil government being the sole object of forming societies, its administration must be conducted by common consent.
Did you know that according to legend, the guy who became Buddha decided to seek enlightenment the day he got a touch of gray? "Gray hairs," the would-be Buddha said, "are like angels sent by the god of death".
When a woman's face is wrinkled And her hairs are sprinkled, With gray, Lackaday! Aside she's cast, No one respect will pay; Remember, Lasses, remember. And while the sun shines make hay: You must not expect in December, The flowers you gathered in May.
The object of government in peace and in war is not the glory of rulers or of races, but the happiness of common man.
The object of government in peace and in war is not the glory of rulers or of races, but the happiness of the common man.
Those who knew Benjamin Franklin will recollect that his mind was forever young, his temper ever serene; science, that never grows gray, was always his mistress. He was never without an object, for when we cease to have an object, we become like an invalid in a hospital waiting for death.
Gray hairs are death's blossoms.
Respect kindly all religions that teach loving kindness, and have no respect for envy and jealousy. Never follow hate.
The strong hands of God twisted the crown of thorns into a crown of glory; and in such hands we are safe.
Envy, envy eats them alive. If you had money, they’d envy you that. But since you don’t, they envy you for having such a good, bright, loving daughter. They envy you for just being a happy man. They envy you for not envying them. One of the greatest sorrows of human existence is that some people aren’t happy merely to be alive but find their happiness only in the misery of others.
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