Our Pilgrim stock wuz pithed with hardihood.
Our Pilgrim stock wuz pithed with hardihood.
The foolish and the dead never change their opinions.
I love her with a love as still As a broad river's peaceful might, Which by high tower and lowly mill, Goes wandering at its own will, And yet does ever flow aright.
Like streams that keep a summer mind Snow-hid in Jenooary.
Zekle crep' up quite unbeknown An' peeked in thru' the winder, An' there sot Huldy all alone, 'Ith no one nigh to hender.
These pearls of thought in Persian gulfs were bred, Each softly lucent as a rounded moon The diver Omar plucked them from their bed, Fitzgerald strung them on an English thread.
Greatly begin. Though thou have time, but for a line, be that sublime. Not failure, but low aim is crime.
Every man feels instinctively that all the beautiful sentiments in the world weigh less than a single lovely action.
Death is delightful. Death is dawn, The waking from a weary night Of fevers unto truth and light.
Before Man made us citizens, great Nature made us men.
Mishaps are like knives, that either serve us or cut us, as we grasp them by the blade or the handle.
The heart forgets its sorrow and ache.
'T is heaven alone that is given away 'T is only God may be had for the asking.
The foolish and the dead alone never change their opinions.
'T was kin' o' kingdom-come to look On sech a blessed cretur.
Children are God's Apostles, sent forth, day by day, to preach of love, and hope, and peace.
Sincerity is impossible, unless it pervade the whole being, and the pretence of it saps the very foundation of character.
'Tis sorrow builds the shining ladder up, Whose golden rounds are our calamities, Whereon our firm feet planting, nearer God The spirit climbs, and hath its eyes unsealed. True it is that Death's face seems stern and cold When he is sent to summon those we love But all God's angels come to us disguised Sorrow and sickness, poverty and death, One after another, lift their frowning masks, And we behold the Seraph's face beneath, All radiant with the Glory and the calm Of having looked upon the front of God.
A great man is made up of qualities that meet or make great occasions.
He gives us the very quintessence of perception,the clearly crystalized precipitation of all that is most precious in the ferment of impression after the impertinent and obtrusive particulars have evaporated from the memory.
Fortune is the rod of the weak, and the staff of the brave.
Every person born into this world their work is born with them.
Be noble, and the nobleness that lies in other men, sleeping but never dead, will rise in majesty to meet thine own.
In general those who have nothing to say Contrive to spend the longest time in doing it.
Freedom is the only law which genius knows.
Once to every person and nation come the moment to decide. In the conflict of truth with falsehood, for the good or evil side.
Safe in the hallowed quiets of the past.
Incredulity robs us of many pleasures, and gives us nothing in return.
The one thing finished in this hasty world.
Truth, after all, wears a different face to everybody, and it would be too tedious to wait till all were agreed.
Truth forever on the scaffold, wrong forever on the throne.
It is the privilege of genius that life never grows common place, as it does for the rest of us.
Nature is painting for us, day after day, pictures of infinite beauty.
They enslave their childrens children who make compromise with sin.
In creating, the only hard thing is to begin: a grass blade's no easier to make than an oak.
If youth be a defect, it is one that we outgrow only too soon.
Sentiment is intellectualized emotion,emotion precipitated, as it were, in pretty crystals by the fancy.
She doeth little kindnesses Which most leave undone, or despise.
What a sense of security in an old book which time has criticized for us.
No man can produce great things who is not thoroughly sincere in dealing with himself.
Laborin' man an' laborin' woman Hev one glory an' one shame Ev'y thin' thet' s done inhuman Injers all on 'em the same.
Poetry is something to make us wiser and better, by continually revealing those types of beauty and truth, which God has set in all men's souls.
There are two kinds of weakness, that which breaks and that which bends.
All thoughts that mould the age begin Deep down within the primitive soul.
It is not the insurrections of ignorance that are dangerous, but the revolts of the intelligence.
Blessed are they who have nothing to say and who cannot be persuaded to say it.
There is no good in arguing with the inevitable. The only argument available with an east wind is to put on your overcoat.
Though old the thought and oft exprest, 'T is his at last who says it best.
The surest plan to make a man is, think him so.
It is the privilege of genius that to it life never grows commonplace as to the rest of us.
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© 2020 Inspirational Stories