For a man's house is his castle.
How small of all that human hearts endure, That part which laws or kings can cause or cure! Still to ourselves in every place consigned, Our own felicity we make or find. With secret course, which no loud storms annoy, Glides the smooth current of domestic joy.
A man builds a fine house; and now he has a master, and a task for life: he is to furnish, watch, show it, and keep it in repair, the rest of his days.
Home is the girl's prison and the woman's workhouse.
Construed as turf, home just seems a provisional claim, a designation you make upon a place, not one it makes on you. A certain set of buildings, a glimpsed, smudged window-view across a schoolyard, a musty aroma sniffed behind a garage when you were a child, all of which come crowding in upon your latter-day sensesâthose are pungent things and vivid, even consoling. But to me they are also inert and nostalgic and unlikely to connect you to the real, to that essence art can sometimes achieve, which is permanence.
The house a woman creates is a Utopia. She can't help itâcan't help trying to interest her nearest and dearest not in happiness itself but in the search for it.
Look a man in the eye and say what you really think, don't just smile at him and say what you're supposed to think.
An honest man's the noblest work of God.
No such thing as a man willing to be honestâthat would be like a blind man willing to see.
No man, for any considerable period, can wear one face to himself, and another to the multitude, without finally getting bewildered as to which may be true.
No such thing as a man willing to be honest --that would be like a blind man willing to see.
Around in silent grandeur stood The stately children of the wood; Maple and elm and towering pine Mantled in folds of dark woodbine.
The best memorial for a mighty man is to gain honor ere death.
Be not ashamed of thy virtues; honor's a good brooch to wear in a man's hat at all times.
The difference between a moral man and a man of honor is that the latter regrets a discreditable act, even when it has worked and he has not been caught.
Who against hope believed in hope, that he might become the father of many nations; according to that which was spoken, So shall thy seed be.
Turn you to the strong hold, ye prisoners of hope: even to day do I declare that I will render double unto thee; When I have bent Judah for me, filled the bow with Ephraim, and raised up thy sons, O Zion, against thy sons, O Greece, and made thee as the sword of a mighty man.
With life many things are remedied. (While there's life there's hope.) [Sp., Con la vida muchas cosas se remedian.]
Whoever, in middle age, attempts to realize the wishes and hopes of his early youth, invariably deceives himself. Each ten years of a man's life has its own fortunes, its own hopes, its own desires.
Hope in reality is the worst of all evils because it prolongs the torments of man.
Man needs, for his happiness, not only the enjoyment of this or that, but hope and enterprise and change.
A poor man with nothing in his belly needs hope, illusion, more than bread.
When the heart is enlivened again, it feels like the sun coming out after a week of rainy days. There is hope in the heart that chases the clouds away. Hope is a higher heart frequency and as you begin to reconnect with your heart, hope is waiting to show you new possibilities and arrest the downward spiral of grief and loneliness. It becomes a matter of how soon you want the sun to shine. Listening to the still, small voice in your heart will make hope into a reality. Sara Paddison, The Hidden Power of the Heart Hope is a higher heart frequency, and as you begin to re-connect with your heart, hope is waiting to show you new possibilities and arrest the downward spiral of grief and loneliness. Listening to the still small voice in your heart will make hope into a reality. Benjamin Franklin, preface, Poor Richard's Almanac, 1758 He that lives upon hope will die fasting. -Sara Paddison.
Just as despair can come to one only from other human beings, hope, too, can be given to one only by other human beings. -Elie Weisel.
And the watchman told, saying, He came even unto them, and cometh not again: and the driving is like the driving of Jehu the son of Nimski; for he driveth furiously.