The love of learning, the sequestered nooks,And all the sweet serenity of books
As Unto the bow the the cord is ,So unto the man is woman;Though she bends him, she obeys him,Though she draws him , yet she follows:Useless each without the other.
I do not believe anyone can be perfectly well, who has a brain and a heart
Be still, sad heart! and cease repining;Behind the clouds is the sun still shining;Thy fate is the common fate of all,Into each life some rain must fall
Ah, Nothing is too late, till the tired heart shall cease to palpitate.
Ships that pass in the night, and speak each other in passing,Only a signal shown and a distant voice in the darkness;So on the ocean of life, we pass and speak one another,Only a look and a voice, then darkness again and a silence.
We judge ourselves by what we feel capable of doing, while others judge us by what we have already done.
The heights by great men reached and kept were not attained in sudden flight but, they while their companions slept, they were toiling upwards in the night.
Look not mournfully into the past, it comes not back again. Wisely improve the present, it is thine. Go forth to meet the shadowy future without fear and with a manly heart.
Though the mills of God grind slowly, yet they grind exceeding small; Though with patience He stands waiting, with exactness grinds He all.
Be still, sad heart! and cease repining;Behind the clouds is the sun still shining
Tell me not in mournful numbers,Life is but an empty dream!For the soul is dead that slumbers,And things are not what they seem.
Art is long, and Time is fleeting,And our hearts, though stout and brave,Still, like muffled drums, are beatingFuneral marches to the grave.
If you would hit the mark, you must aim a little above it;Every arrow that flies feels the attraction of earth.
Unasked, Unsought, Love gives itself but is not bought
Ye are better than all the balladsThat ever were sung or said;For ye are living poems,And all the rest are dead.
Not in the clamor of the crowded street,Not in the shouts and plaudits of the throng,But in ourselves, are triumph and defeat.
Straight between them ran the pathway,Never grew the grass upon it
Think of your woods and orchards without birds!Of empty nests that cling to boughs and beamsAs in an idiot’s brain remembered wordsHang empty ‘mid the cobwebs of his dreams!
Silently, one by one, in the infinite meadows of heaven,Blossomed the lovely stars, the forget-me-nots of the angels.
Yes, we must ever be friends; and of all who offer you friendship let me be ever the first, the truest, the nearest and dearest!
Life is real! Life is earnest!And the grave is not its goal;Dust thou are, to dust thou returnest,Was not spoken of the soul.
Art is the child of nature in whom we trace the features of the mothers face.
Thou, too, sail on, O Ship of State! Sail on, O Union, strong and great! Humanity with all its fears, With all the hopes of future years, Is hanging breathless on thy fate!
And the night shall be filled with music, And the cares, that infest the day,Shall fold their tents like the Arabs,and silently steal away.
A torn jacket is soon mended, but hard words bruise the heart of a child.
It is the mystery of the unknownThat fascinates us; we are children stillWayward and wistful; with one hand we clingTo the familiar things we call our own,And with the other, resolute of will,Grope in the dark for what the day will bring
Between the dark and the daylight, When the night is beginning to lower, Comes a pause in the day’s occupations, That is known as the Children’s Hour.
Sunday is the golden clasp that binds together the volume of the week.
Our hearts, our hopes, our prayers, our tears, our faith triumphant o’er our fears, are all with thee – are all with thee!
There is no grief like the grief that does not speak.
Kind hearts are the gardens, Kind thoughts are the roots, Kind words are the flowers, Kind deeds are the fruits, Take care of your garden And keep out the weeds, Fill it with sunshine, Kind words, and Kind deeds.
Wisely the Hebrews admit no Present tense in their language;While we are speaking the word, it is is already the Past.
The purpose of that apple tree is to grow a little new wood each year. That is what I plan to do.
If we could read the secret history of our enemies, we should find in each man’s life sorrow and suffering enough to disarm all hostility.
For age is opportunity no less Than youth itself, though in another dress, And as the evening twilight fades away The sky is filled with stars, invisible by day.
A boy’s will is the wind’s will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.
For after all, the best thing one can do when it is raining is let it rain.
Every arrow that flies feels the pull of the earth.
I heard the bells on Christmas DayTheir old, familiar carols play,And wild and sweetThe words repeatOf peace on earth, good-will to men!
These are the woes of Slaves;They glare from the abyss;They cry, from unknown graves,”We are the Witnesses!
And oft the blessed time foretellsWhen all men shall be free;And musical, as silver bells,Their falling chains shall be.
My soul is full of longingfor the secret of the sea,and the heart of the great oceansends a thrilling pulse through me.
The student has his Rome, his whole glowing Italy, within the four walls of his library. He has in his books the ruins of an antique world and the glories of a modern one.
I have an affection for a great city. I feel safe in the neighborhood of man, and enjoy the sweet security of the streets.
He spake well who said that graves are the footprints of angels.
We judge ourselves by what we feel capable of doing while others judge us by what we have already done.
Each morning sees some task begun Each evening sees it close. Something attempted something done Has earned a night’s repose.
We judge ourselves by what we feel capable of doing while others judge us by what we have already done.
Into each life some rain must fall some days must be dark and dreary.
Trust no future howe’er pleasant! Let the dead past bury its dead! Act – act in the living Present! Heart within and God o’erhead.
Let us then be up and doing With a heart for any fate Still achieving still pursuing Learn to labor and to wait.
How sublime a thing it is to suffer and be strong.
Be still sad heart and cease repining Behind the clouds the sun is shining Thy fate is the common fate of all Into each life some rain must fall – Some days must be dark and dreary.
Most people would succeed in small things if they were not troubled with great ambitions.
Thou too sail on O Shipof State! Sail on O Union strong and great! Humanity with all its fears With all the hopes of future years Is hanging breathless on thy fate!
Go forth to meet the shadowy Future without fear and with a manly heart.
Ah to build to build! That is the noblest of all the arts.
Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime And departing leave behind us Footprints on the sands of time.
To persevere in one’s duty and to be silent is the best answer to calumny.
The night shall be filled with music And the cares that infest the day Shall fold their tents like the Arabs And as silently steal away.
All things must change to something new to something strange.
All things must change to something new to something strange.
All things must change To something new to something strange.
Not in the clamor of the crowded street Not in the shouts and plaudits of the throng But in ourselves are triumph and defeat.
In this world a man must either be anvil or hammer.
There was a little girl And she had a little curl Right in the middle of her forehead When she was good she was very very good When she was bad she was horrid.
I heard the bells on Christmas Day Their old familiar carols play And wild and sweet The words repeat Of peace on earth good-will to men!
The bravest are the tenderest. The loving are the daring.
Go forth to meet the shadowy Future without fear and with a manly heart.
Every dew-drop and raindrop had a whole heaven within it.
Thy fate is the common fate of all Into each life some rain must fall Some days must be dark and dreary.
Let us then be up and doing With a heart for any fate Still achieving still pursuing Learn to labor and to wait.
If we could read the secret history of our enemies we should find in each man’s life sorrow and suffering enough to disarm all hostility.
Each morning sees some task begin each evening sees it close Something attempted something done has earned a night’s repose.
Noble souls through dust and heat rise from disaster and defeat the stronger.
Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime And departing leave behind us Footprints on the sands of time.
Trust no Future howe’er pleasant! Let the dead Past bury its dead!
Go forth to meet the shadowy Future without fear and with a manly heart.
We judge ourselves by what we feel capable of doing while others judge us by what we have already done.
If you would hit the mark you must aim a little above it: Every arrow that flies feels the attraction of earth.
If you would hit the mark you must aim a little above it every arrow that flies feels the attraction of earth.
The heights by men reached and kept Were not attained by sudden flight But they while their companions slept Were toiling upward in the night.
No one is so accursed by fate No one so utterly desolate But some heart though unknown Responds unto his own.
When Christ ascended Triumphantly from star to star He left the gates of Heaven ajar.
Give what you have. To someone else it may be better than you dare to think.
In this world a man must either be anvil or hammer.
We judge ourselves by what we feel capable of doing while others judge us by what we have already done.
Tell me not in mournful numbers Life is but an empty dream!
A feeling of sadness and longing that is not akin to pain and resembles sorrow only as the mist resembles the rain.
Being all fashioned of the self-same dust. Let us be merciful as well as just.
Let us then be up and doing with a heart for any fate.
And the night shall be filled with music And the cares that infest the day Shall fold their tents like the Arabs And as silently steal away.
The heights by great men reached and kept Were not attained by sudden flight But they while their companions slept Were toiling upward in the night.
Perseverance is a great element of success. If you only knock long enough and loud enough at the gate you are sure to wake up somebody.
Great is the art of beginning but greater is the art of ending.
All that is best in the great poets of all countries is not what is national in them but what is universal.
Be still sad heart and cease repining Behind the clouds is the sun still shining Thy fate is the common fate of all Into each life some rain must fall Some days must be dark and dreary.
Lives of great men all remind us we can make our lives sublime and departing leave behind us footprints on the sands of time.
A feeling of sadness and longing that is not akin to pain and resembles sorrow only as the mist resembles the rain.
A feeling of sadness and longing that is not akin to pain and resembles sorrow only as the mist resembles the rain.
A feeling of sadness and longing that is not akin to pain and resembles sorrow only as the mist resembles the rain.
A feeling of sadness and longing that is not akin to pain and resembles sorrow only as the mist resembles the rain.
A feeling of sadness and longing that is not akin to pain and resembles sorrow only as the mist resembles the rain.
A feeling of sadness and longing that is not akin to pain and resembles sorrow only as the mist resembles the rain.
A feeling of sadness and longing that is not akin to pain and resembles sorrow only as the mist resembles the rain.
A feeling of sadness and longing that is not akin to pain and resembles sorrow only as the mist resembles the rain.
Not in the shouts and plaudits of the throng but in ourselves are triumph and defeat.
God sent his Singers upon earth With songs of sadness and of mirth That they might touch the hearts of men And bring them back to heaven again.
Came the Spring with all its splendor All its birds and all its blossoms All its flowers and leaves and grasses.
Silently one by one in the infinite meadows of heaven Blossomed the lovely stars the forget-me-nots of the angels.
As turning the logs will make a dull fire burn so change of studies a dull brain.
The heights by great men reached and kept Were not attained by sudden flight But they while their companions slept Were toiling upward in the night.
Perseverance is a great element of success. If you only knock long enough and loud enough at the gate you are sure to wake up somebody.
To say the least a town life makes one more tolerant and liberal in one’s judgement of others.
Go forth to meet the shadowy Future without fear and with a manly heart.
Nor deem the irrevocable Past As wholly wasted wholly vain If rising on its wrecks at last To something nobler we attain.
Look not mournfully into the past it comes not back again. Wisely improve the present it is thine. Go forth to meet the shadowy future without fear and with a manly heart.
Most people would succeed in small things if they were not troubled with great ambitions.
Think not because no man sees such things will remain unseen.
Let us then be up and doing With a heart for any fate Still achieving still pursuing Learn to labor and to wait.
Oh the long and dreary Winter! Oh the cold and cruel Winter!
If I am not worth the wooing I surely am not worth the winning.
Speaking words of endearment where words of comfort availed not.
The heights by great men reached and kept Were not attained by sudden flight But they while their companions slept Were toiling upward in the night.
How beautiful is youth! how bright it gleams With its illusions aspirations dreams! Book of Beginnings Story without End Each maid a heroine and each man a friend!
The life of a man consists not in seeing visions and in dreaming dreams, but in active charity and in willing service.
However things may seem, no evil thing is success and no good thing is failure.
The dawn is not distant, nor is the night starless; love is eternal.
It is difficult to know at what moment love begins it is less difficult to know that it has begun.
The best thing one can do when it’s raining is to let it rain.
The counterfeit and counterpart of Nature is reproduced in art.
Method is more important than strength, when you wish to control your enemies. By dropping golden beads near a snake, a crow once managed To have a passer-by kill the snake for the beads.
The strength of criticism lies in the weakness of the thing criticized.
Each morning sees some task begun, each evening sees it close; Something attempted, something done, has earned a night’s repose.
Intelligence and courtesy not always are combined Often in a wooden house a golden room we find.
The love of learning, the sequestered nooks, And all the sweet serenity of books.
A single conversation across the table with a wise man is better than ten years mere study of books.
Lives of great men all remind us, we can make our lives sublime, and, departing, leave behind us, footprints on the sands of time.
If we could read the secret history of our enemies we should find in each man’s life sorrow and suffering enough to disarm all hostility.
Perseverance is a great element of success. If you only knock long enough and loud enough at the gate, you are sure to wake up somebody.
The heights by great men reached and kept were not attained by sudden flight, but they, while their companions slept, were toiling upward in the night.
Therefore trust to thy heart, and to what the world calls illusions.
Every man has his secret sorrows which the world knows not and often times we call a man cold when he is only sad.
Ships that pass in the night, and speak each other in passing, only a signal shown, and a distant voice in the darkness; So on the ocean of life, we pass and speak one another, only a look and a voice, then darkness again and a silence.
The talent of success is nothing more than doing what you can do well, and doing well whatever you do without thought of fame. If it comes at all it will come because it is deserved, not because it is sought after.
Men of genius are often dull and inert in society; as the blazing meteor, when it descends to earth, is only a stone.
All things must change to something new, to something strange.