But search the land of living men Where wilt thou find their like again.
Adversity is to me at least a tonic and a bracer.
It is only when I dally with what I am about look back and aside instead of keeping my eyes straight forward that I feel these cold sinkings of the heart.
To the timid and hesitating everything is impossible because it seems so.
The chain of friendship however bright does not stand the attrition of constant close contact.
I like a highland friend who will stand by me not only when I am in the right but when I am a little in the wrong.
It is only when I dally with what I am about look back and aside instead of keeping my eyes straight forward that I feel these cold sinkings of the heart. But the first broadside puts all to rights.
One hour of life crowded to the full with glorious action and filled with noble risks is worth whole years of those mean observances of paltry decorum.
To the timid and hesitating everything is impossible because it seems so.
True love’s the gift which God has given To man alone beneath the heaven: It is not fantasy’s hot fire Whose wishes soon as granted fly It liveth not in fierce desire.
True love’s the gift which God has given To man alone beneath the heaven: It is not fantasy’s hot fire Whose wishes soon as granted fly It liveth not in fierce desire.
To the timid and hesitating everything is impossible because it seems so.
Adversity is like the period of the rain … cold comfortless unfriendly to man and to animal yet from that season have their birth the flower the fruit the date the rose and the pomegranate.