C.N. Douglas, comp. Forty Thousand Quotations: Prose and Poetical. 1917.
The palpable obscure.
Lost in the dreary shades of dull obscurity.
Content thyself to be obscurely good.
The obscurity of a writer is generally in proportion to his incapacity.
The swallowing gulf of dark forgetfulness and deep oblivion.
He who has lived obscurely and quietly has lived well.
How happy is the blameless vestals lot! The world forgetting, by the world forgot.
Full many a flower is born to blush unseen, And waste its sweetness on the desert air.
Obscurity and Innocence, twin sisters, escape temptations which would pierce their gossamer armor, in contact with the world.
I give the fight up; let there be an end,
A privacy, an obscure nook for me, I want to be forgotten even by God.
There is no defense against reproach but obscurity; it is a kind of concomitant to greatness, as satires and invectives were an essential part of a Roman triumph.
Thus let me live, unseen, unknown,
Thus unlamented let me die;
Steal from the world, and not a stone Tell where I lie.
To be nameless in worthy deeds exceeds an infamous history. The Canaanitish woman lives more happily without a name than Herodias with one; and who would not rather have been the penitent thief than Pilate?
Sir Thomas Browne.
Some write their wrongs in marble: he more just,
Stoopd down serene and wrote them in the dust,
Trod under foot, the sport of every wind,
Swept from the earth and blotted from his mind.
There, secret in the grave, he bade them lie, And grieved they could not scape the Almighty eye.