Rank is a great beautifier.
Happy is the man who hath never known what it is to taste of fame-to have it is a purgatory, to want it is a hell.
And let me tell thee, Beauseant, a wise proverb
The Arabs have, “Curses are like young chickens,
And still come home to roost.”
A good heart is better than all the heads in the world.
As one who fed on poetry.
The easiest person to deceive is one’s own self.
Beneath the rule of men entirely great,
The pen is mightier than the sword.
The magic of the tongue is the most dangerous of all spells.
Ambition has no risk.
Fate laughs at probabilities.
Take away the sword;
States can be saved without it.
In science, read, by preference the newest works; in literature, the oldest. The classics are always modern.
In the lexicon of youth, which fate reserves
For a bright manhood, there is no such word
Our glories float between the earth and heaven
Like clouds which seem pavilions of the sun.
The brilliant chief, irregularly great,
Frank, haughty, rash,–the Rupert of debate!
Alone!-that worn-out word,
So idly spoken, and so coldly heard;
Yet all that poets sing and grief hath known
Of hopes laid waste, knells in that word ALONE!
Two lives that once part are as ships that divide
When, moment on moment, there rushes between
The one and the other a sea;
Ah, never can fall from the days that have been
A gleam on the years that shall be!
Memory, no less than hope, owes its charm to “the far away.”
When stars are in the quiet skies,
Then most I pine for thee;
Bend on me then thy tender eyes,
As stars look on the sea.
Buy my flowers,-oh buy, I pray!
The blind girl comes from afar.
There are times when the mirth of others only saddens us, especially the mirth of children with high spirits, that jar on our own quiet mood.
The man who smokes, thinks like a sage and acts like a Samaritan.