Why should a poet pray thus? poets scorn the boundaried love of country, being free of winds, and alien lands, and distances, Vagabonds of the compass, wayfarers, pilgrims of thought, the tongues of Pentecost their privilege, and in the peddler's pack the curious treasures of their stock-in-trade, bossy and singular, the heritage of poetry and science, polished bright, thin with the rubbing of too many hands; myth, glamour, hazard, fables dim as age, faith, doubt, perplexity, grief, hope, despair, wings, and great waters, and Promethean fire, man's hand to clasp, and Helen's mouth to kiss. Why then in little meadows hedge about a poet's pasture? shed a poet's cloak for fustian? cede a birthright, thus to map
Society is a republic. When an individual endeavors to lift himself above his fellows, he is dragged down by the mass, either by ridicule or calumny.
He alone exists hereafter; this place is in His Power.
Don't be deceived. You must face Destiny. Preparation is only possible now. Don't be fooled by your sunny skies. When the rains descend and the floods come and the winds blow and beat upon your house, your private dwelling, your own family, your own fair hopes, your own strong muscles, your own body, your own soul itself, then it is well-nigh too late to build a house. You can only go inside what house you have and pray that it is founded upon the Rock. Be not deceived by distance in time or space, or the false security of a bank account and an automobile and good health and willing hands to work. Thousands, perhaps millions as good as you have had all these things and are perishing in body and, worse still, in soul today.
But, poor old man, thou prun'st a rotten tree that cannot so much as a blossom yield In lieu of all thy pains and husbandry. As You Like It, Act ii, Scene 3
Voluntary action is at all times a resultant of the compounding of our impulsions with our inhibitions.
Receive every day as a resurrection from death, as a new enjoyment of life; meet every rising sun with such sentiments of God's goodness, as if you had seen it, and all things, new-created upon your account: and under the sense of so great a blessing, let your joyful heart praise and magnify so good and glorious a Creator.
This useful, charitable, humble employment of yourselves is what I recommend to you with greatest earnestness, as being a substantial part of a wise and pious life.
Would you know who is the greatest saint in the world? It is not he who prays most or fasts most; it is not he who gives most alms or is most eminent for temperance, chastity or justice; but it is he who is always thankful to God, who wills everything that God wills, who receives everything as an instance of Godâ€™s goodness and has a heart always ready to praise God for it. Could you therefore work miracles, you could not do more for yourself than by this thankful spirit, for it turns all that it touches into happiness.
You are to honor, improve, and perfect the spirit that is within you: you are to prepare it for the kingdom of heaven, to nourish it with the love of God and of virtue, to adorn it with good works, and to make it as holy and heavenly as you can.
A pattern is either right or wrong.... It is no stronger than its weakest point.
I too will go, remembering what I said to you, when any land, the first to which we came seemed that we sought, and set your hearts aflame, and all seemed won to you: but still I think, perchance years hence, the fount of life to drink, unless by some ill chance I first am slain. But boundless risk must pay for boundless gain.
Listening well and answering well is one of the greatest perfections that can be obtained in conversation.
Our wooing doth not end like an old play. Jack hath not Jill.
Who would have many friends let him test but few.