Of all sad words of tongue or pen, the saddest are these, 'It might have been.
The craven's fear is but selfishness, like his merriment.
No longer forward nor behind I look in hope or fear; But, grateful, take the good I find, The best of now and here.
Who fathoms the Eternal Thought? Who talks of scheme and plan? The Lord is God! He needeth not The poor device of man.
Yet, in the maddening maze of things, And tossed by storm and flood, To one fixed trust my spirit clings; I know that God is good!
Before me, even as behind, God is, and all is well.
"I'm sorry that I spell'd the word; I hate to go above you, Because" - the brown eyes lower fell, - "Because, you see, I love you!"
Every chain that spirits wear crumbles in the breadth of prayer.
The simple heart that freely asks in love, obtains.
For of all sad words of tongues or pen the saddest are these: It might have been.
So all night long the storm roared on: The morning broke without a sun; In tiny spherule traced with lines Of Natureβs geometric signs, In starry flake, and pellicle, All day the hoary meteor fell; And, when the second morning shone, We looked upon a world unknown, On nothing we could call our own. Around the glistening wonder bent The blue walls of the firmament, No cloud above, no earth below,β A universe of sky and snow!
the joy that you give to others is the joy that comes back to you
I'll lift you and you lift me, and we'll both ascend together.
Tradition wears a snowy beard, romance is always young.
Give fools their gold, and knaves their power; let fortune's bubbles rise and fall; who sows a field, or trains a flower, or plants a tree, is more than all.
As a small businessperson, you have no greater leverage than the truth.
From the death of the old the new proceeds, and the life of truth from the death of creeds.
The best of a book is not the thought which it contains, but the thought which it suggests; just as the charm of music dwells not in the tones but in the echoes of our hearts.
It is no use trying to sum people up. One must follow hints, not exactly what is said, nor yet entirely what is done.
Peace hath higher tests of manhood, than battle ever knew.
