The big shots are only the little shots who keep shooting.
The big shots are only the little shots who keep shooting.
Chattering voltage like a broken wire The wild cicada cried, Six weeks to frost.
There was so much handwriting on the wall That even the wall fell down.
It will be a shock to men when they realize that thoughts that were fast enough for today are not fast enough for tomorrow. But thinking tomorrow's thoughts today is one kind of future life.
Things of the spirit differ from things material in that the more you give the more you have.
A human being and ingenious assembly of portable plumbing.
Everybody thinks of others as being excessively human, with all the frailties and crotchets appertaining to that curious condition. But each of us also seems to regard himself as existing on a detached plane of observation, exempt (save in moments of avid crisis) from the strange whims of humanity en masse.
Standing by the crib of one's own baby, with that world old pang of compassion and protectiveness toward this so little creature that has all its course to run, the heart flies back in yearning and gratitude to those who felt just so toward one's self. Then for the first time one understands the homely succession of sacrifices and pains by which life is transmitted and fostered down the stumbling generations of men.
April prepares her green traffic light and the world thinks Go.
My prayer is that what we have gone through World War One will startle the world into some new realization of the sanctity of life, animal as well as human.
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