They are slaves who fear to speak, for the fallen and the weak.
And but two ways are offered to our will, Toil with rare triumph, ease with safe disgrace, The problem still for us and all of human race.
It is curious how tyrannical the habit of reading is, and what shifts we make to escape thinking. There is no bore we dread being left alone with so much as our own minds.
That love for one, from which there doth not spring Wide love for all, is but a worthless thing.
Slow are the steps of freedom, but her feet turn never backward.
The flowers or weeds that spring up tomorrow are in the seeds we sow today. The foolish and the dead alone never change their opinions.
Whom the heart of man shuts out, Sometimes the heart of God takes in, And fences them all round about With silence mid the worlds loud din.
And what they dare to dream of, date to do.
Who knows whither the clouds have fled? In the unscarred heaven they leave no wake; And the eyes forget the tears they have shed, The heart forgets its sorrow and ache.
Democracy gives every man the right to be his own oppressor.
No man is born into the world whose work is not born with him. There is always work, and tools to work with, for those who will, and blessed are the horny hands of toil. The busy world shoves angrily aside the man who stands with arms akimbo until occasion tells him what to do; and he who waits to have his task marked out shall die and leave his errand unfulfilled.
He who is firmly seated in authority soon learns to think security, and not progress, the highest lesson in statecraft.
Evil springs up, and flowers, and bears no seed, And feeds the green earth with its swift decay, Leaving it richer for the growth of truth.
In creating, the only hard thing is to begin: a grass blade's no easier to make than an oak.
Talent is that which is in a man's power; genius is that in whose power a man is.
There is something magnificent in having a country to love.
Nature fits all her children with something to do, he who would write and can't write, can surely review.
All God's angels come to us disguised.
If God made poets for anything, it was to keep alive the traditions of the pure, the holy, and the beautiful.
Practical application is the only mordant which will set things in the memory. Study without it is gymnastics, and not work, which alone will get intellectual bread.
Those who love are but one step from heaven.
There is nothing so desperately monotonous as the sea, and I no longer wonder at the cruelty of pirates.
There are two kinds of weakness, that which breaks and that which bends.
A sneer is the weapon of the weak. Like other devil's weapons, it is always cunningly ready to our hand, and there is more poison in the handle than in the point.
Sentiment is intellectualized emotion; emotion precipitated, as it were, in pretty crystals by the fancy.
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