A man never sees all that his mother has been to him until it's too late to let her know that he sees it |
An acre of performance is worth a whole world of promise. |
And the names he loved to hear
Have been carved for many a year On the tomb. |
He who sleeps in continual noise is wakened by silence |
He who sleeps in continual noise is wakened by silence |
Her mouth is a honey-blossom,
No doubt, as the poet sings; But within her lips, the petals, Lurks a cruel bee that stings. |
How is it the great pieces of good luck fall to us? |
I know, indeed, of nothing more subtle satisfying and cheering than a knowledge of the real good will and appreciation of others. Such happiness does not come with money, nor does it flow from a fine physical state. It cannot be bought. But it is the keenest joy, after all; and the toiler's truest and best reward. |
I know, indeed, of nothing more subtle satisfying and cheering than a knowledge of the real good will and appreciation of others. Such happiness does not come with money, nor does it flow from a fine physical state. It cannot be bought. But it is the keenest joy, after all; and the toiler's truest and best reward. |
If we like a man's dream, we call him a reformer; if we don't like his dream, we call him a crank. |
In Europe life is histrionic and dramatized, and . . . in America, except when it is trying to be European, it is direct and sincere. |
In Europe life is histrionic and dramatized, and . . . in America, except when it is trying to be European, it is direct and sincere. |
Inequality is as dear to the American heart as liberty itself |
Inequality is as dear to the American heart as liberty itself |
Is it worth while to observe that there are no Venetian blinds in Venice? |