In the ocean of baseness, the deeper we get, the easier the sinking.
That best academy, a mother's knee.
Imagination, where it is truly creative, is a faculty, and not a quality; it looks before and after, it gives the form that makes all the parts work together harmoniously toward a given end, its seat is in the higher reason, and it is efficient only as a servant of the will. Imagination, as it is too often misunderstood, is mere fantasy, the image-making power, common to all who have the gift of dreams.
History is clarified experience.
In vain we call old notions fudge, And bend our conscience to our dealing; The Ten Commandments will not budge, And stealing will continue stealing.
The pressure of public opinion is like the pressure of the atmosphere; you can't see it - but all the same, it is sixteen pounds to the square inch.
Once to every man and nation comes the moment to decide.
To educate the intelligence is to expand the horizon of its wants and desires.
Violet! sweet violet! Thine eyes are full of tears; Are they wet Even yet With the thought of other years?
Slow are the steps of freedom, but her feet turn never backward.
That love for one, from which there doth not spring Wide love for all, is but a worthless thing.
The flowers or weeds that spring up tomorrow are in the seeds we sow today. The foolish and the dead alone never change their opinions.
Whom the heart of man shuts out, Sometimes the heart of God takes in, And fences them all round about With silence mid the worlds loud din.
Who knows whither the clouds have fled? In the unscarred heaven they leave no wake; And the eyes forget the tears they have shed, The heart forgets its sorrow and ache.
It is curious how tyrannical the habit of reading is, and what shifts we make to escape thinking. There is no bore we dread being left alone with so much as our own minds.
And but two ways are offered to our will, Toil with rare triumph, ease with safe disgrace, The problem still for us and all of human race.
And what they dare to dream of, date to do.
I willingly confess to so great a partiality for trees as tempts me to respect a man in exact proportion to his respect for them.
They are slaves who fear to speak, for the fallen and the weak.
For men in earnest have no time to waste In patching fig-leaves for the naked truth.
Sincerity is impossible, unless it pervade the whole being, and the pretence of it saps the very foundation of character.
Evil springs up, and flowers, and bears no seed, And feeds the green earth with its swift decay, Leaving it richer for the growth of truth.
In creating, the only hard thing is to begin: a grass blade's no easier to make than an oak.
There is something magnificent in having a country to love.
Talent is that which is in a man's power; genius is that in whose power a man is.
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