In ourselves our safety must be sought. By our own right hand it must be wrought.
But thou art with us, with us in the past,The present, with us in the times to come.There is no grief, no sorrow, no despair,No languor, no dejection, no dismay,No absence scarcely can there be, for t...
Wisdom is oftentimes nearer when we stoop than when we soar.
That best portion of a man's life, his little, nameless, unremembered acts of kindness and love.
How does the Meadow flower its bloom unfold? Because the lovely little flower is free down to its root, and in that freedom bold.
friend is the one who showes the way and walks a piece of road with us
Rest and be thankful.
The best portion of a good man's life is his little, nameless, unremembered acts of kindness and of love.
The child is father to the man.
Whither is fled the visionary gleam? Where is it now, the glory and the dream?
The world is too much with us late and soon, getting and spending, we lay waste our powers: Little we see in Nature that is ours.
But trailing clouds of glory do we come from God, who is our home.
That best portion of a good man's life His little nameless unremembered acts Of kindness and of love.
Nature never did betray the heart that loved her.
A man he seems of cheerful yesterdays And confident tomorrows.
To begin, begin.
A lake carries you into recesses of feeling otherwise impenetrable.
Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting:The Soul that rises with us, our life's Star,Hath had elsewhere its setting,And cometh from afar:Not in entire forgetfulness,And not in utter nakedness,But tr...
Though nothing can bring back the hourOf splendor in the grass, of glory in the flower;We will grieve not, rather findStrength in what remains behind;In the primal sympathyWhich having been must ever...
Golf is a day spent in a round of strenuous idleness.