, we cease to be interesting.--John Lancaster
Spalding.
The workless people are the worthless people.--Wm. C. Gannett.
Our ideals are our better selves.--Bronson Alcott.
All literature, art, and science are vain, and worse, if they do not
enable you to be glad, and glad, justly.--Ruskin.
All things else are of the earth, but love is of the sky.--William
Stanley Braithwaite.
To fill the hour, that is happiness.--Emerson.
Ah, well that in a wintry hour the heart can sing a summer song.
--Edward Francis Burns.
Avast there! Keep a bright lookout forward and good luck to you.
--Dickens.
Genius is the transcendent capacity for taking trouble first of all.
--Carlyle.
For dreams, to those of steadfast hope and will, are things wherewith
they build their world of fact.--Alicia K. Van Buren.
No man can rest who has nothing to do.--Sam Walter Foss.
Love is the leaven of existence.--Melvin L. Severy.
Work is no disgrace but idleness is.--Hesiod.
Shoddy work is not only a wrong to a man's own personal integrity,
hurting his character; but also it is a wrong to society. Truthfulness
in work is as much demanded as truthfulness in speech.--Hugh Black.
The flowering of civilization is in the finished man, the man of
sense, of grace, of accomplishment, of social power--the gentleman.
--Ralph Waldo Emerson.
It is all very well to growl at the cold-heartedness of the world, but
which of us can truthfully say that he has done as much for others as
others have done for him?--Patrick Flynn.
A man is relieved and gay when he has put his heart into his work, and
done his best; but what he has said or done otherwise, shall give him
no peace.--Emerson.
Some people meet us like the mountain air and thrill our souls with
freshness and delight.--Nathan Haskell Dole.
I let the willing winter bring his jeweled buds of frost and snow.
--Edward Francis Burns.
The world is unfinished; let's mold it a bit.--Sam Walter Foss.
Our wishes are presentiments of the capabilities which lie within us
and harbingers of that which we shall be in a condition to perform.
--Goethe.
Do not let us overlook the wayside flowers.--Joe Mitchell Chapple.
Quiet minds cannot be perplexed or frightened, but go on in fortune or
misfortune at their own private pace, like a clock during a
thunderstorm.--R. L. Stevenson.
The wealth of a man is the number of things which he loves and
blesses, and by which he is loved and blessed.-
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