The strength of criticism lies in the weakness of the thing criticized.
No man is so poor as to have nothing worth giving; as well might the mountain streamlets say they have nothing to give the sea because they are not rivers. Give what you have. To someone it may be better than you dare to think.
Age is opportunity no less than youth itself.
For his heart was in his work, and the heart giveth grace unto every art.
Know how sublime a thing it is to suffer and be strong.
The leaves of memory seemed to make A mournful rustling in the dark.
I do not believe anyone can be perfectly well, who has a brain and a heart.
Though the mills of God grind slowly, yet they grind exceeding small; Though with patience He stands waiting, with exactness grinds He all.
Kind hearts are the gardens, Kind thoughts are the roots, Kind words are the flowers, Kind deeds are the fruits, Take care of your garden And keep out the weeds, Fill it with sunshine, Kind words, and Kind deeds.
Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And departing, leave behind us Footprints on the sands of time.
Trust no future, however pleasant! Let the dead past bury its dead! Act – act in the living Present! Heart within and God overhead.
There is nothing holier in this life of ours than the first consciousness of love, the first fluttering of its silken wings.
The human voice is the organ of the soul.
A feeling of sadness and longing, That is not akin to pain, And resembles sorrow only As the mist resembles the rain.
Not in the clamor of the crowded street, not in the shouts and plaudits of the throng, but in ourselves, are triumph and defeat.
After a day of cloud and wind and rain Sometimes the setting sun breaks out again, And touching all the darksome woods with light, Smiles on the fields until they laugh and sing, Then like a ruby from the horizon’s ring, Drops down into the night.
Sculpture is more than painting. It is greater To raise the dead to life than to create Phantoms that seem to live.
Look, then, into thine heart, and write!
This is the place. Stand still, my steed,- Let me review the scene, And summon from the shadowy past The forms that once have been.
A thought often makes us hotter than a fire.