To be what we are, and to become what we are capable of becoming, is the only end of life.
There are two things that men should never weary of, goodness and humility; we get none too much of them in this rough world among cold, proud people.
The world is so full of a number of things, I ’m sure we should all be as happy as kings.
Death, like a host, comes smiling to the door;Smiling, he greets us, on that tranquil shoreWhere neither piping bird nor peeping dawnDisturbs the eternal sleep,But in the stillness far withdrawnOur dreamless rest for evermore we keep.
Don’t judge each day by the harvest you reap but by the seeds that you plant.
Time had some score of small voices in that shop, some stately and slow as was becoming to their great gar, others garrulous and hurried. All these told out the seconds in an intricate chorus of tickings.
I kept always two books in my pocket, one to read, one to write in.
There is only one difference between a long life and a good dinner: that, in the dinner, the sweets come last.
So long as we love we serve; so long as we are loved by others, I would almost say that we are indispensable; and no man is useless while he has a friend.
To be wholly devoted to some intellectual exercise is to have succeeded in life.
Life is not a matter of holding good cards, but of playing a poor hand well.
Don’t judge each day by the harvest you reap but by the seeds that you plant.
REQUIEMUnder the wide and starry skyDig the grave and let me lie:Glad did I live and gladly die,And I laid me down with a will.This be the verse you grave for me:Here he lies where he long’d to be;Home is the sailor, home from the sea,And the hunter home from the hill.