A great man is the man who does something for the first time. |
A man doesn't plant a tree for himself. He plants it for posterity. |
A man gazing on the stars is proverbially at the mercy of the puddles in the road. |
A man's real possession is his memory. In nothing else is he rich, in nothing else is he poor. |
A man's real possession is his memory. In nothing else is he rich, in nothing else is he poor. |
Books are a finer world within the world. |
Christmas is the day that holds all time together. |
Death is the ugly fact which Nature has to hide, and she hides it well. |
Every man's road in life is marked by the graves of his personal liking |
Everything is sweetened by risk. |
How deeply seated in the human heart is the liking for gardens and gardening. |
I go into my library and all history unrolls before me. |
I would rather be remembered by a song than by a victory. |
If the egotist is weak, his egotism is worthless. If the egotist is strong, acute, full of distinctive character, his egotism is precious, and remains a possession of the race. |
If you do your fair day's work, you are certain to get your fair day's wage - in praise or pudding, whichever happens to suit your taste |