For ever so our thoughtful hearts repeatOn fields of triumph dirges of defeat;And still we turn on gala-days to treadAmong the rustling memories of the dead.
Love is not getting, but giving; It is goodness, and honor, and peace and pure living.
Some succeed because they are destined to, but most succeed because they are determined to.
The storm is ended! The impartial sunLaughs down upon the battle lost and won,And crowns the triumph of the cloudy hostIn rolling lines retreating to the coast.
Gratitude is the inward feeling of kindness received. Thankfulness is the natural impulse to express that feeling. Thanksgiving is the following of that impulse.
The world is full of warfare 'twixt the evil and the good;I watched the battle from afar as one who understoodThe shouting and confusion, the bloody, blundering fight-How few there are that see it clear, how few that wage it right!
Heaven is blest with perfect rest, but the blessing of Earth is toil.
A clean and sensitive conscience, a steady and scrupulous integrity in small things as well as large, is the most valuable of all possessions, to a nation as to an individual.
For those who love... time is eternity.
The first day of spring is one thing, and the first spring day is another. The difference between them is sometimes as great as a month.
And you will remember that love is not getting, but giving; not a wild dream of pleasure, and a madness of desire — oh no, love is not that — it is goodness, and honour, and peace, and pure living — yes, love is that; and it is the best thing in the world, and the thing that lives longest.
So let the way wind up the hill or down, O’er rough or smooth, the journey will be joy; Still seeking what I sought when but a boy, New friendship, high adventure, and a crown. My heart will keep the courage of the quest, And hope the road’s last turn will be the best.
Memory is a capricious and arbitrary creature. You never can tell what pebble she will pick up from the shore of life to keep among her treasures, or what inconspicuous flower of the field she will preserve as the symbol of "thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears." . . . And yet I do not doubt that the most Important things are always the best remembered.
Love that leads life upward is the noblest and the best.
Look around for a place to sow a few seeds.
You may have to live in a crowd, but you do not have to live like it.
The brave man is intelligent; he faces danger because he understands it and is prepared to meet it. The drunkard who runs, in the delirium of intoxication, into a burning house is not brave; he is only stupid. But the clear-eyed hero who makes his way, with every sense alert and every nerve strung, into the hell of flames to rescue some little child, proves his courage.
The meditative angler is not exempt from sensational periods. There are times when all the uncertainty of his chosen pursuit seems to condense itself into one big chance, and stand out before him like a salmon on the top wave of a rapid. He sees his luck hangs by a single strand of gut, and he cannot tell whether it will hold or break. This is the thrilling moment and he never forgets it.
The more keenly we are awake to the perils of life, the higher and grander is the possibility of being truly brave.
Favorite People, Favorite Places,Favorite Memories of the past ...These are the joys of a lifetimeThose are the things that last
Those who would see wonderful things must often be ready to travel alone.
You can never begin to live until you dare to die.
Jazz: Music invented for the torture of imbeciles.
If only the best birds sang, the forest would be silent.
A little while the rose, And after that the thorn; An hour of dewy morn, And then the glamour goes. Ah, love in beauty born, A little while the rose!
I know that Europe's wonderful, yet something seems to lack;The Past is too much with her, and the people looking back.
Fidelity is simply daring to be true in small things as well as great.
The best rose-bush, after all, is not that which has the fewest thorns, but that which bears the finest roses.
There is only one way to get ready for immortality, and that is to love this life and live it as bravely and faithfully and cheerfully as we can.
It is better to burn the candle at both ends, and in the middle, too, than to put it away in the closet and let the mice eat it.
Deeds not Words: I say so too! And yet I find it somehow true, A word may help a man in need, To nobler act and braver deed.
Like water spilt upon the ground--alas, Our little lives flow swiftly on and pass; Yet may they bring rich harvests and green grass!
Death comes in its own time, in its own way.Death is as unique as the individual experiencing it.
Modest egotism is the salt of conversation; you do not want too much of it, but if it is altogether omitted, everything tastes flat.
A flawless cup: how delicate and fine The flowing curve of every jewelled line! Look, turn it up or down, 'tis perfect still-- But holds no drop of life's heart-warming wine.
No amount of energy will take the place of thought. A strenuous life with its eyes shut is a kind of wild insanity.
O' who will walk with me along lifes merry way? A comrade blithe and full of glee, who dares to laugh out loud and free.
I'm only wishing to go a-fishing;For this the month of May was made.
Love is the best thing in the world, and the thing that lives the longest.
I shall grow old, but never lose life's zest, because the road's last turn will be the best.
