Like the bird be thou, That for a moment rests I wonder did you ever count -Victor Hugo. The value of one human fate; Or sum the infinite amount Of one heart's treasure, and the weight Of life's one venture, and the whole Concentrate purpose of a soul. -Adelaide A. Procter. If a man constantly aspires, is he not elevated? -Thoreau. In running their race, men of birth look back too much, which is the mark of a bad runner. -Bacon. Infancy is the perpetual Messiah, which comes into the arms of fallen men, and pleads with them to return to paradise. -Emerson. The eyes of men converse as much as their tongues, with the advantage, that the ocular dialect needs no dictionary, but is understood all the world over. -Emerson. Doubt is not itself a crime. All manner of doubt, inquiry about all manner of objects, dwells in every reasonable mind. It is the mystic working of the mind on the object it is getting to know about. -Carlyle. Every inmost aspiration is God's angel undefiledAnd in every "Oh, my father," slumbers deep a "Here, my child." -Tholuck. The rest which does us all good, and enables us to do our work well, is the rest of the heart—the Sabbath of the soul. -James Freeman Clarke. Earth captive held By winter, deems him a foeThat he can weld Such fetters; deep down below Her violets, close-celled Flutter to go. Earth, when she 's free To bud and blow, And feel through every fiber of each tree The strength to grow, Will say, "Twas Winter gave it me, -Alice Ward Bailey. "Could I find a word As pure as the rose, Half hid in the wayside Grass that grows, Nor aught of itself Intends or knows; That word is the word I would say. "Could I make a song As careless of art As the sparrow's trill That should seem a part Of my life, a blessing From my heart;— FRIENDSHIP. A ruddy drop of manly blood I fancied he was fled,— And, after many a year, My careful heart was free again, All things through thee take nobler form, The mill-round of our fate appears A sun-path in thy worth. Me, too, thy nobleness has taught The fountains of my hidden life -Emerson. |