The soul...is audible, not visible.
Not enjoyment, and not sorrow, Is our destined end or way; But to act, that each tomorrow Find us farther than today.
When one is truly in love, one not only says it, but shows it.
Ah, how good it feels! The hand of an old friend.
Our hearts, our hopes, our prayers, our tears, our faith triumphant o’er our fears, are all with thee – are all with thee!
My soul is full of longing for the secret of the sea, and the heart of the great ocean sends a thrilling pulse through me.
No man is so poor as to have nothing worth giving.
From dust thou art to dust returneth, was not spoken of the soul.
Intelligence and courtesy not always are combined; Often in a wooden house a golden room we find.
Sometimes we may learn more from a man's errors, than from his virtues.
I shot an arrow into the air, It fell to earth, I knew not where; For, so swiftly it flew, the sight Could not follow it in its flight. I breathed a song into the air, It fell to earth, I knew not where; For who has sight so keen and strong, That it can follow the flight of song? Long, long afterward, in an oak I found the arrow, still unbroke; And the song, from beginning to end, I found again in the heart of a friend.
The happy should not insist too much upon their happiness in the presence of the unhappy.
Most people would succeed in small things if they were not troubled with great ambitions.
The sea hath its pearls The heaven hath its stars But my heart, my heart Has its love.
Not in the clamor of the crowded street, not in the shouts and plaudits of the throng, but in ourselves, are triumph and defeat.
Each morning sees some task begun, each evening sees it close; Something attempted, something done, has earned a night's repose.
Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And departing, leave behind us Footprints on the sands of time.
Youth comes but once a life time. Perhaps, but it remains strong in many for their entire lives.
Love keeps the cold out better than a cloak.
Silently, one by one, in the infinite meadows of heaven, Blossomed the lovely stars, the forget-me-nots of the angels.
Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul.
Our hearts are lamps for ever burning.
The strength of criticism lies in the weakness of the thing criticized.
Method is more important than strength, when you wish to control your enemies. By dropping golden beads near a snake, a crow once managed To have a passer-by kill the snake for the beads.
Live up to the best that is in you: Live noble lives, as you all may, in whatever condition you may find yourselves.
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