“Breathes there the man with soul so dead, who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land!”
“Teach you children poetry; it opens the mind, lends grace to wisdom and makes the heroic virtues hereditary.”
“One hour of life, crowded to the full with glorious action, and filled with noble risks, is worth whole years of those mean observances of paltry decorum, in which men steal through existence, like sluggish waters through a marsh, without either honor or observation.”
“There never will exist anything permanently noble and excellent in the character which is a stranger to resolute self-denial.”
“Tis plain that there is not in nature a point of stability to be found: everything either ascends or declines. When wars are ended abroad, sedition begins at home, and when men are freed from fighting for necessity, they quarrel through ambition.”
“What is a diary as a rule? A document useful to the person who keeps it. Dull to the contemporary who reads it and invaluable to the student, centuries afterwards, who treasures it.”
“Real valor consists not in being insensible to danger; but in being prompt to confront and disarm it.”
“The race of mankind would perish did they cease to aid each other. We cannot exist without mutual help. All therefore that need aid have a right to ask it from their fellow-men; and no one who has the power of granting can refuse it without guilt.”
Tuesday, January 15, 2008
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Good words.
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