One crowded hour of glorious life is worth an age without a name.
One crowded hour of glorious life is worth an age without a name.
Thus aged men, full loth and slow, The vanities of life forego, And count their youthful follies o'er, Till Memory lends her light no more.
Discretion is the perfection of reason, and a guide to us in all the duties of life.
One hour of life, crowded to the full with glorious action, and filled with noble risks, is worth whole years of those mean observances of paltry decorum, in which men steal through existence, like sluggish waters through a marsh, without either honor or observation.
If you have no friends to share or rejoice in your success in life if you cannot look back to those whom you owe gratitude, or forward to those to whom you ought to afford protection, still it is no less incumbent on you to move steadily in the path of duty for your active excretions are due not only to society but in humble gratitude to the Being who made you a member of it, with powers to save yourself and others.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories