Lights of the world, and stars of human race. And, of all lies (be that one poet's boast) the lie that flatters I abhor the most.
There is a pleasure in poetic pains which only poets know.
Wretch even then, life's journey just begun.
We have not the remotest realistic inkling of a consciousness which is not self-consciousness.
A man only learns in two ways, one by reading, and the other by association with smarter people.
Ambition has but one reward for all: A little power, a little transient fame; A grave to rest in, and a fading name!
But I have sinuous shells of pearly hue… Shake one, and it awakens; then apply its polished lips to your attentive ear, and it remembers its august abodes, and murmurs as the ocean murmurs there… Past are three summers since she first beheld t The ocean; all around the child await some exclamation of amazement here: she coldly said, her long-lasht eyes abased, is this the mighty ocean? is this all?
When any duty is to be done, it is fortunate for you if you feel like doing it; but, if you do not feel like it, that is no reason for not doing it.
All emanates from Source!...You're not this body and its accomplishments. You are the observer. Notice it all; and be grateful for the abilities you've been given, the motivation to achieve, and the stuff you've accumulated. But give all the credit to the power of intention, which brought you into existence.
The more things children can do, the greater their opportunity for personal happiness throughout their lives.
No wonder so many sermons are devoted exclusively to spiritual subjects. If one is living by the tithes of history's most destructive economy, then the disembodiment of the soul becomes the chief of worldly conveniences.
To know all is to forgive all. No commonplace is more untrue. Behavior, whether conditioned by an individual neurosis or by society, can be understood, that is to say, one knows exactly why such and such an individual behaves as he does. But a personal action or deed is always mysterious. When we really act, precisely because it is a matter of free choice, we can never say exactly why we do this rather than that. But it is only deeds that we are required to forgive. If someone does me an injury, the question of forgiveness only arises if I am convinced (a) that the injury he did me was a free act on his part and therefore no less mysterious to him than to me, and (b) that it was me personally whom he meant to injure. He knows as well as they do why they are doing this -- they are a squad, detailed to execute a criminal. They do not know what they are doing, because it is not their business, as executioners, to know whom they are crucifying. If the person who does me an injury does not know what he is doing, then it is as ridiculous for me to talk about forgiving him as it would be for me to forgive a tile which falls on my head in a gale.
Education is that whole system of human training within and without the school house walls, which molds and develops men.
To err is human; but contrition felt for the crime distinguishes the virtuous from the wicked.
A people that sells its own children is more condemnable than the buyer; this commerce demonstrates our superiority; he who gives himself a master was born to have one.
He looked on everything as imitation. The most original writers, he said, borrowed one from another. Boyardo has imitated Pulci, and Ariofio Boyardo. The instruction we find in books is like fire; we fetch it from our neighbour, kindle it as home, communicate it to others, and it becomes the property of all.
It is easier to tell our therapist about our sex life than it is to tell our accountant about our finances.
That a cat may change into a lion, prefects of police do not believe possible; this can happen, nonetheless.
The habit of reading... produces dignity of manners... custom... is more despotic than law.
We are forced to respect the gifts of nature, which study and fortune cannot give.