Body and mind, and spirit, all combine To make the Creature, human and divine. |
But to the tireless toiler toward the goal, Shall the great miracles of God be known And life revealed, immortal and divine. |
Change is the watchword of progression |
Come, cuddle your head on my shoulder, dear, Your head like the golden-rod, And we will go sailing away from here To the beautiful land of Nod |
Do you wish the world were better?
Let me tell you what to do. Set a watch upon your actions, Keep them always straight and true. |
Do you wish the world were happy? Then remember day by day Just to scatter seeds of kindness As you pass along the way. . . . |
Each well-born soul must win what it deserves. Let the fool prate of luck. The fortunate Is he whose earnest purpose never swerves, Whose slightest action or inaction serves The one great aim. |
Far from the city's dust and heat, I get but sounds and odors sweet. Who can wonder I love to stay, Week after week, here hidden away, In this sly nook that I love the best -- This little brown house like a ground-bird's nest? |
Fear is the twin of Faith's sworn foe, Distrust. If one breaks in your heart the other must. |
Feast, and your halls are crowded; Fast, and the world goes by |
For an actress to be a success, she must have the face of Venus, the brains of a Minerva, the grace of Terpsichore, the memory of a Macaulay, the figure of Juno, and the hide of a rhinoceros. |
For here lies the pleasure of living: In taking God's bounties, and giving The gifts back again. |
Give us that grand word "woman" once again, And let's have done with "lady"; one's a term Full of fine force, strong, beautiful, and firm, Fit for the noblest use of tongue or pen; And one's a word for lackeys |
God! though all other sins on earth persist, Strike dumb the blatant, loud-mouthed atheist. |
Here, on this side of the grave, Here, should we labor and love. |