Give what you have. To someone, it may be better than you dare to think.
Beside the ungathered rice he lay. His sickle in his hand.
The talent of success is nothing more than doing what you can do well, and doing well whatever you do.
The rapture of pursuing is the prize the vanquished gain.
Perseverance is a great element of success. If you only knock long enough and loud enough at the gate, you are sure to wake somebody.
Sometimes we may learn more from a man's errors, than from his virtues.
Well has it been said that there is no grief like the grief which does not speak.
If we could read the secret history of our enemies, we would find in each person's life sorrow and suffering enough to disarm all hostility.
Into each life some rain must fall, some days be dark and dreary.
The talent of success is nothing more than doing what you can do well, and doing well whatever you do without thought of fame. If it comes at all it will come because it is deserved, not because it is sought after.
All are architects of fate, working in these walls of time.
The bards sublime, Whose distant footsteps echo Through the corridors of Time.
Not enjoyment, and not sorrow is our destined way, but to act that each tomorrow may find us further than today.
Under the spreading chestnut tree The village smithy stands The smith, a mighty man is he, With large and sinewy hands And the muscles of his brawny arms Are strong as iron bands.
As unto the bow the cord is, So unto the man is woman Though she bends him, she obeys him, Though she draws him, yet she follows Useless each without the other
Only a look and a voice, then darkness again and a silence.
Archly the maiden smiled, with eyes overrunning with laughter, Said, in a tremulous voice, Why don't you speak for yourself, John'
The human voice is the organ of the soul.
The first pressure of sorrow crushes out from our hearts the best wine afterwards the constant weight of it brings forth bitterness, the taste and strain from the lees of the vat.
But the father answered never a word. A frozen corpse was he.
For his heart was in his work, and the heart Giveth grace unto every Art.
Every man has his secret sorrows which the world knows not and often times we call a man cold when he is only sad.
Looks the whole world in the face, For he owes not any man.
The world loves a spice of wickedness.
Therefore trust to thy heart, and to what the world calls illusions.
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