Think and thank God. [ Proverb ]

Thank God, I too am a painter ! [ Correggio ]

Thank you for making this day necessary. [ Yogi Berra, on being the guest of honor at an awards banquet ]

Poor folks must say thank ye for a little. [ Proverb ]

Would, no, I thank you, had never been made. [ Proverb ]

Idleness must thank itself if it go barefoot. [ Proverb ]

Fulfill thy fate! Be - do - bear - and thank God. [ Bailey ]

There are no marriages in paradise - thank Heaven!

A blind man will not thank you for a looking-glass. [ Proverb ]

Thank God, men that are greatly guilty are never wise. [ Burke ]

Thank Heaven, the female heart is untenantable by atheism. [ Horace Mann ]

Beggar that I am, I am even poor in thanks, but I thank you. [ William Shakespeare ]

Lovers are angry, reconciled, entreat, thank, appoint, and finally speak all things, by their eyes. [ Montaigne ]

We are most of us very lonely in this world; you who have any who love you, cling to them and thank God. [ Thackeray ]

Happy the man to whom Heaven has given a morsel of bread without his being obliged to thank any other for it than Heaven itself. [ Cervantes ]

Men that look no further than their outsides, think health an appurtenance unto life, and quarrel with their constitutions for being sick; but I that have examined the parts of man, and know upon what tender filaments that fabric hangs, do wonder that we are not always so; and considering the thousand doors that lead to death, do thank my God that we can die but once. [ Sir Thomas Browns ]

The golden ripple on the wall came back again, and nothing else stirred in the room. The old, old fashion! The fashion that came in with our first garments, and will last unchanged until our race has run its course, and the wide firmament is rolled up like a scroll. The old, old fashion, - Death! Oh, thank God, all who see it, for that older fashion yet, - of Immortality! [ Charles Dickens ]

When I consider what some books have done for the world, and what they are doing, how they keep up our hope, awaken new courage and faith, soothe pain, give an ideal life to those whose hours are cold and hard, bind together distant ages and foreign lands, create new worlds of beauty, bring down truth from heaven; I give eternal blessings for this gift, and thank God for books. [ James Freeman Clarke ]

I was walking in the street, a beggar stopped me, — a frail old man. His inflamed, tearful eyes, blue lips, rough rags, disgusting sores . . . oh, how horribly poverty had disfigured the unhappy creature! He stretched out to me his red, swollen, filthy hand. He groaned and whimpered for alms. I felt in all my pockets. No purse, watch, or handkerchief did I find. I had left them all at home. The beggar waited and his out-stretched hand twitched and trembled slightly. Embarrassed and confused, I seized his dirty hand and pressed it. Don't be vexed with me, brother; I have nothing with me, brother. The beggar raised his bloodshot eyes to mine; his blue lips smiled, and he returned the pressure of my chilled fingers. Never mind, brother, stammered he; thank you for this — this, too, was a gift, brother. I felt that I, too, had received a gift from my brother. [ Ivan Tourgueneff ]