But boundless risk must pay for boundless gain.
Wert thou more fickle than the restless sea,
Still should I love thee, knowing thee for such.
The majesty
That from man's soul looks through his eager eyes.
Now such an one for daughter Creon had
As maketh wise men fools and young men mad.
O thrush, your song is passing sweet
But never a song that you have sung,
Is half so sweet as thrushes sang
When my dear Love and I were young.
From out the throng and stress of lies,
From out the painful noise of sighs,
One voice of comfort seems to rise:
"It is the meaner part that dies."
You can always tell when a man is well informed. His views are pretty much like your own.
Solid men of Boston, banish long potations! Solid men of Boston, make no long orations!
Commemoration of Mellitus, First Bishop of London, 624 The Church has always found it easier to fulfill her priestly than her prophetic role. The temptation to institutionalism is always with us, and who will profess himself guiltless? We reduce Christianity to the service of an institution, the Church, for this enables us to be active in what is fondly called "the work of the Lord," while at the same time failing to grapple with the fundamental problem for all Christians, that of winning our generation for Christ. In our little circle of like-minded people we condemn outsiders because they do not come in. Perhaps we even make half-hearted attempts to get them to come in. And then we snuggle down again in the warmth of our fellowship, comforted that we have done all that might reasonably be expected of men in our situation. Fortified with this consolation we concentrate on keeping the institution, the Church, running as it should.
Knowledge is the hill which few may wish to climb; Duty is the path that all may tread.
"A song for our banner?"--The watchword recall Which gave the Republic her station; "United we stand--divided we fall!" It made and preserves us a nation!
The flag of our Union forever!
To me gender is not physical at all, but is altogether insubstantial. It is soul, perhaps, it is talent, it is taste, it is environment, it is how one feels, it is light and shade, it is inner music. . .
There are 193 living species of monkeys and apes. 192 of them are covered with hair. The exception is a naked ape, self-named Homo Sapiens.
Then in town let me live, and in town let me die For I own I can't relish the country, not I. If I must have a villa in summer to dwell, Oh give me the sweet shady side of Pall Mall.
Slayer of the winter, art thou here again? O welcome, thou that bring'st the summer nigh! The bitter wind makes not the victory vain. Nor will we mock thee for thy faint blue sky.
March: Its motto, "Courage and strength in times of danger."
March: Its stone, Bloodstone.
March: Its tree, Juniper.
The unlived life is not worth examining.
have nothing in your house that you do not know to be useful, or believe to be beautiful.
O thrush, your song is passing sweet, But never a song that you have sung Is half so sweet as thrushes sang When my dear love and I were young.
The union of lakes--the union of lands-- The union of States none can sever-- The union of hearts--the union of hands-- And the flag of our Union for ever!
United we stand, divided we fall.
Not on one strand are all life's jewels strung.