Every conquering temptation represents a new fund of moral energy. Every trial endured and weathered in the right spirit makes a soul nobler and stronger than it was before.
Do not wait to strike till the iron is hot; but make it hot by striking.
Those that I fight I do not hate, those that I guard I do not love.
But was there ever dog that praised his fleas?
Out of Ireland have we come, great hatred, little room, maimed us at the start. I carry from my mother’s womb a fanatic heart.
Accursed who brings to light of day the writings I have cast away.
Happiness is neither virtue nor pleasure nor this thing nor that but simply growth, We are happy when we are growing.
When you are old and gray and full of sleep, and nodding by the fire, take down this book and slowly read, and dream of the soft look your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep.
Wine comes in at the mouth And love comes in at the eye; That’s all we shall know for truth Before we grow old and die.
I heard the old, old, men say ‘all that’s beautiful drifts away, like the waters.’