A pat on the back is only a few vertebrae removed from a kick in the pants, but is miles ahead in results.
One ship drives east, and another west With the self-same winds that blow Tis the set of the sails And not the gales, Which decides the way we go. Like the winds of the sea are the ways of fate, As they voyage along through life Tis the will of the soul That decides its goal, And not the calm or the strife.
And the smile that is worth the praises of earth is the smile that shines through tears.
The truest greatness lies in being kind, the truest wisdom in a happy mind.
The splendid discontent of God With chaos made the world. And from the discontent of man The worlds best progress springs.
When we tire of well-worn ways, we seek for new. This restless craving in the souls of men spurs them to climb, and to seek the mountain view.
All love that has not friendship for its base, is like a mansion built upon the sand.
One ship drives east and other drives west by the same winds that blow. It's the set of the sails and not the gales that determines the way they go.
There is no chance, no destiny, no fate, that can circumvent or hinder or control the firm resolve of a determined soul.
I know there are no errors, In the great Eternal plan.
Laugh and the world laughs with you, Weep and you weep alone For the sad old earth must borrow its mirth, But has trouble enough of its own.
Better than glory, or honors, or fame, (Though I am striving for those to-day) To know that some heart will cherish my name, And think of me kindly, with blessings, alway.
Give us that grand word "woman" once again, and let's have done with "lady"; one's a term full of fine force, strong, beautiful, and firm, fit for the noblest use of tongue or pen; and one's a word for lackeys.
And so for me there is no sting of death, And so the grave has lost its victory. It is but crossingwith abated breath And white, set facea little strip of sea To find the loved ones waiting on the shore, More beautiful, more precious than before.
Always continue the climb. It is possible for you to do whatever you choose, if you first get to know who you are and are willing to work with a power that is greater than ourselves to do it.
With every deed you are sowing a seed, though the harvest you may not see.
No question is ever settled Until it is settled right.
Let there be many windows to your soul, that all the glory of the world may beautify it.
One ship drives east and another drives west; With the selfsame winds that flow.'Tis the set of sails and not the gales; Which tells us the way to go.
All those who journey, soon or late, Must pass within the garden's gate Must kneel alone in darkness there, And battle with some fierce despair. God pity those who cannot say 'Not mine but thine' who only pray 'Let this cup pass,' and cannot see The purpose in Gethsemane. All paths which have been or must be, Must pass through Gethsemane. All those who journey, soon or late, Must pass somewhere through the garden's gate. Must kneel alone in darkness there, And deal with some fierce despair. God pity those who cannot say, 'Not mine, but shine,' who only pray 'Let this cup pass,' and cannot see The purpose of Gethsemane.
For an actress to be a success, she must have the face of Venus, the brains of a Minerva, the grace of Terpsichore, the memory of a Macaulay, the figure of Juno, and the hide of a rhinoceros.
Come, cuddle your head on my shoulder, dear, Your head like the golden-rod, And we will go sailing away from here To the beautiful land of Nod.
The two kinds of people on earth that I mean; Are the people who lift and the people who lean.
'Tis the set of the sail that decides the goal, and not the storm of life.
It has ever been since time began, and ever will be, till time lose breath, that love is a mood - no more - to man, and love to a woman is life or death.
'Tis easy enough to be pleasant, When life flows along like a song; But the man worth while is the one who will smile when everything goes dead wrong.
So many gods, so many creeds, so many paths that wind and wind while just the art of being kind is all the sad world needs.
Feast, and your halls are crowded Fast, and the world goes by.
The spark divine dwells in thee: let it grow.
You may choose your words like a connoisseur, And polish it up with art, But the word that sways, and stirs, and stays, Is the word that comes from the heart.
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