I should never like scolding any one else so well; and that is a point to be thought of in a husband.
I should never like scolding any one else so well; and that is a point to be thought of in a husband.
How is it that the poets have said so many fine things about our first love, so few about our later love Are their first poems their best Or are not those the best which come from their fuller thought, their larger experience, their deeper-rooted affections
Each thought is a nail that is driven In structures that cannot decay And the mansion at last will be given To us as we build it each day.
. . . his soul was sensitive without being enthusiastic it was too languid to thrill out of self-consciousness into passionate delight it went on fluttering in the swampy ground where it was hatched, thinking of its wings and never flying.
It is an uneasy lot at best, to be what we call highly taught and yet not to enjoy to be present at this great spectacle of life and never to be liberated from a small hungry shivering self--never to be fully possessed by the glory we behold, never to have our consciousness rapturously transformed into the vividness of a thought, the ardor of a passion, the energy of an action, but always to be scholarly and uninspired, ambitious and timid, scrupulous and dim-sighted.
The most solid comfort one can fall back upon is the thought that the business of one's life is to help in some small way to reduce the sum of ignorance, degradation and misery on the face of this beautiful earth.
An age at which many men are not quite common - at which they are hopeful of achievement, resolute in avoidance, thinking that Mammon shall never put a bit in their mouths and get astride their backs, but rather that Mammon, if they have anything to.
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