The spirit of man can endure only so much and when it is broken only a miracle can mend it. |
How beautiful the leaves grow old. How full of light and color are their last days. |
The smallest deed is better than the greatest intention. |
One may summon his philosophy when they are beaten in battle, not till then. |
The Kingdom of Heaven is not a place, but a state of mind. |
To me - old age is always ten years older than I am. |
If you think you can do it, you can. |
Leap, and the net will appear. |
I have discovered the secret of happiness - it is work, either with the hands or the head. The moment I have something to do, the draughts are open and my chimney draws, and I am happy. |
I still find each day too short for all the thoughts I want to think, all the walks I want to take, all the books I want to read, and all the friends I want to see. |
For anything worth having one must pay the price; and the price is always work, patience, love, self-sacrifice - no paper currency, no promises to pay, but the gold of real service. |