Once to every man and nation, comes the moment to decide, In the strife of truth with falsehood, for the good or evil side; Some great cause, some great decision, offering each the bloom or blight, And the choice goes by forever, ’twixt that darkness and that light.
One thorn of experience is worth a whole wilderness of warning.
All the beautiful sentiments in the world weigh less than a single lovely action.
The greater your real strength and power, the quieter it will be exercised.
Such power there is in clear-eyed self-restraint.
Mishaps are like knives, that either serve us or cut us, as we grasp them by the blade or the handle.
True love is but a humble, low born thing, And hath its food served up in earthenware; It is a thing to walk with, hand in hand, Through the every-dayness of this workday world.
A word once vulgarized can never be rehabilitated.
Thank God every morning when you get up that you have something to do that day, which must be done, whether you like it or not.
Not what we give, but what we share, for the gift without the giver is bare.
Folks never understand the folks they hate.
Our American republic will endure only as long as the ideas of the men who founded it continue dominant.
As life runs on, the road grows strange with faces new - and near the end. The milestones into headstones change, Neath every one a friend.
A wise man travels to discover himself.
Blessed are they who have nothing to say and who cannot be persuaded to say it.
Books are the bees which carry the quickening pollen from one to another mind.
Truth forever on the scaffold, Wrong forever on the throne,- Yet that scaffold sways the Future, and, behind the dim unknown, Standeth God within the shadow, keeping watch above his own.
The only conclusive evidence of a man's sincerity is that he gives himself for a principle. Words, money, all things else, are comparatively easy to give away; but when a man makes a gift of his daily life and practice, it is plain that the truth, whatever it may be, has taken possession of him.
The question of common sense is always: 'what is it good for?' - a question which would abolish the rose and be answered triumphantly by the cabbage.
The heart forgets its sorrow and ache.
Creativity is not the finding of a thing, but the making something out of it after it is found.
Time is, after all, the greatest of poets; and the sons of Memory stand a better chance of being the heirs of Fame.
Life is a sheet of paper white / Whereon each one of us may write / His word or two, and then comes night.
Tyrants are but the spawn of Ignorance, Begotten by the slaves they trample on.
New conditions of life will stimulate thought and give new forms to its expression.
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