Ah, how good it feels! The hand of an old friend.
Not enjoyment, and not sorrow, Is our destined end or way; But to act, that each tomorrow Find us farther than today.
I shot an arrow into the air, It fell to earth, I knew not where; For, so swiftly it flew, the sight Could not follow it in its flight. I breathed a song into the air, It fell to earth, I knew not where; For who has sight so keen and strong, That it can follow the flight of song? Long, long afterward, in an oak I found the arrow, still unbroke; And the song, from beginning to end, I found again in the heart of a friend.
The talent of success is nothing more than doing what you can do, well.
When one is truly in love, one not only says it, but shows it.
Our hearts, our hopes, our prayers, our tears, our faith triumphant o’er our fears, are all with thee – are all with thee!
My soul is full of longing for the secret of the sea, and the heart of the great ocean sends a thrilling pulse through me.
No man is so poor as to have nothing worth giving.
From dust thou art to dust returneth, was not spoken of the soul.
Intelligence and courtesy not always are combined; Often in a wooden house a golden room we find.
Sometimes we may learn more from a man's errors, than from his virtues.
The happy should not insist too much upon their happiness in the presence of the unhappy.
The sea hath its pearls The heaven hath its stars But my heart, my heart Has its love.
Each morning sees some task begun, each evening sees it close; Something attempted, something done, has earned a night's repose.
Most people would succeed in small things if they were not troubled with great ambitions.
Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And departing, leave behind us Footprints on the sands of time.
Youth comes but once a life time. Perhaps, but it remains strong in many for their entire lives.
Love keeps the cold out better than a cloak.
Not in the clamor of the crowded street, not in the shouts and plaudits of the throng, but in ourselves, are triumph and defeat.
Silently, one by one, in the infinite meadows of heaven, Blossomed the lovely stars, the forget-me-nots of the angels.
Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul.
Our hearts are lamps for ever burning.
The strength of criticism lies in the weakness of the thing criticized.
Weak minds make treaties with the passions they cannot overcome, and try to purchase happiness at the expense of principle; but the resolute will of a strong man scorns such means, and struggles nobly with his foe to achieve great deeds.
Live up to the best that is in you: Live noble lives, as you all may, in whatever condition you may find yourselves.
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