Folks never understand the folks they hate. |
Fate loves the fearless. |
In creating, the only hard thing is to begin: a grass blade's no easier to make than an oak. |
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. |
Blessed are they who have nothing to say and who cannot be persuaded to say it. |
What men prize most is a privilege, even if it be that of chief mourner at a funeral. |
Mishaps are like knives, that either serve us or cut us, as we grasp them by the blade or the handle. |
Good luck is the willing handmaid of a upright and energetic character, and conscientious observance of duty. |
Endurance is the crowning quality, And patience all the passion of great hearts. |
An appeal to the reason of the people has never been known to fail in the long run. |
It is by presence of mind in untried emergencies that the native metal of man is tested. |
Joy comes, grief goes, we know not how. |
Toward no crimes have men shown themselves so cold- bloodedly cruel as in punishing differences of belief. |
There is no good in arguing with the inevitable. The only argument available with an east wind is to put on your overcoat. |
On one issue at least, men and women agree; they both distrust women. |
Fortune is the rod of the weak, and the staff of the brave. |
The mind can weave itself warmly in the cocoon of its own thoughts, and dwell a hermit anywhere. |
Children are God's Apostles, sent forth, day by day, to preach of love, and hope, and peace. |
A weed is no more than a flower in disguise, Which is seen through at once, if love give a man eyes. |
Greatly begin. Though thou have time, but for a line, be that sublime. Not failure, but low aim is crime. |