You should read history and look at ostracism, persecution, martyrdom, and that kind of thing. They always happen to the best men, you know.
There is only one failure in life possible, and that is not to be true to the best one knows.
I'm proof against that word failure. I've seen behind it. The only failure a man ought to fear is failure of cleaving to the purpose he sees to be best.
The best augury of a man's success in his profession is that he thinks it the finest in the world.
For what is love itself, for the one we love best? An enfolding of immeasurable cares which yet are better than any joys outside our love.
All the learnin' my father paid for was a bit o' birch at one end and an alphabet at the other.
Failure after long perseverance is much grander than never to have a striving good enough to be called a failure.
The only failure one should fear, is not hugging to the purpose they see as best.
There is only one failure in life possible, and that is not to be true to the best one knows.
I'm proof against that word failure. I've seen behind it. The only failure a man ought to fear is failure of cleaving to the purpose he sees to be best.
We must not sit still and look for miracles up and doing, and the Lord will be with thee. Prayer and pains, through faith in Christ Jesus, will do anything.
Little children are still the symbol of the eternal marriage between love and duty.
I'm proof against that word failure. I've seen behind it. The only failure a man ought to fear is failure of cleaving to the purpose he sees to be best.
The intense happiness of our union is derived in a high degree from the perfect freedom with which we each follow and declare our own impressions.
It will never rain roses: when we want to have more roses we must plant more trees.
The sons of Judah have to choose that God may again choose them. The divine principle of our race is action, choice, resolved memory.
It seems to me we can never give up longing and wishing while we are thoroughly alive. There are certain things we feel to be beautiful and good, and we must hunger after them.
Failure after long perseverance is much grander than never to have a striving good enough to be called a failure.
There is no despair so absolute as that which comes with the first moments of our first great sorrow, when we have not yet known what it is to have suffered and be healed, to have despaired and have recovered hope.
Great things are not done by impulse, but by a series of small things brought together.
When we get to wishing a great deal for ourselves, whatever we get soon turns into mere limitation and exclusion.
There is a great deal of unmapped country within us which would have to be taken into account in an explanation of our gusts and storms.
When death, the great reconciler, has come, it is never our tenderness that we repent of, but our severity.
The intense happiness of our union is derived in a high degree from the perfect freedom with which we each follow and declare our own impressions.
Whether happiness may come or not, one should try and prepare one's self to do without it.
A woman's heart must be of such a size and no larger, else it must be pressed small, like Chinese feet her happiness is to be made as cakes are, by a fixed recipe.
You should read history and look at ostracism, persecution, martyrdom, and that kind of thing. They always happen to the best men, you know.
Rome - the city of visible history, where the past of a whole hemisphere seems moving in funeral procession with strange ancestral images and trophies gathered from afar.
I should like to know what is the proper function of women, if it is not to make reasons for husbands to stay at home, and still stronger reasons for bachelors to go out.
There is no despair so absolute as that which comes with the first moments of our first great sorrow, when we have not yet known what it is to have suffered and be healed, to have despaired and have recovered hope.
Jealousy is never satisfied with anything short of an omniscience that would detect the subtlest fold of the heart.
There is a sort of jealousy which needs very little fire it is hardly a passion, but a blight bred in the cloudy, damp despondency of uneasy egoism.