The life of a man consists not in seeing visions and in dreaming dreams, but in active charity and in willing service.
How beautiful is youth! how bright it gleams With its illusions aspirations dreams! Book of Beginnings Story without End Each maid a heroine and each man a friend!
To say the least a town life makes one more tolerant and liberal in one's judgement of others.
Give what you have. To someone else it may be better than you dare to think.
None but yourself who are your greatest foe.
Thy fate is the common fate of all Into each life some rain must fall Some days must be dark and dreary.
My soul is full of longingfor the secret of the sea,and the heart of the great oceansends a thrilling pulse through me.
Sweet as the tender fragrance that survives,When martyred flowers breathe out their little lives,Sweet as a song that once consoled our pain,But never will be sung to us again,Is they remembrance. Now...
And in despair I bowed my head;"There is no peace on earth," I said;"For hate is strong,And mocks the songOf peace on earth, good-will to men!"Then pealed the bells more loud and deep:"God is not dead...
As Unto the bow the the cord is ,So unto the man is woman;Though she bends him, she obeys him,Though she draws him , yet she follows:Useless each without the other.
The love of learning, the sequestered nooks, And all the sweet serenity of books.
As turning the logs will make a dull fire burn so change of studies a dull brain.
Each morning sees some task begin each evening sees it close Something attempted something done has earned a night's repose.
Thou too sail on O Shipof State! Sail on O Union strong and great! Humanity with all its fears With all the hopes of future years Is hanging breathless on thy fate!
Into each life some rain must fall some days must be dark and dreary.
Kind hearts are the gardens, Kind thoughts are the roots, Kind words are the flowers, Kind deeds are the fruits, Take care of your garden And keep out the weeds, Fill it with sunshine, Kind words, and...
Came the Spring with all its splendor All its birds and all its blossoms All its flowers and leaves and grasses.
Be still sad heart and cease repining Behind the clouds is the sun still shining Thy fate is the common fate of all Into each life some rain must fall Some days must be dark and dreary.
Great is the art of beginning but greater is the art of ending.
The heights by men reached and kept Were not attained by sudden flight But they while their companions slept Were toiling upward in the night.