The danger is not that a particular class is unfit to govern. Every class is unfit to govern.
The punishment which the wise suffer, who refuse to take part in government, is to live under the government of worse men.
The art of governing consists in not letting men grow old in their jobs.
My father was very sure about certain matters pertaining to the universe. To him, all good things--trout as well as eternal salvation--come by grace and grace comes by art and art does not come easy.
From vulgar bounds with brave disorder part, And snatch a grace beyond the reach of art.
Do you know that the ready concession of minor points is a part of the grace of life?
LightWinged Smoke Lightwinged Smoke, Icarian bird, Melting thy pinions in thy upward flight, Lark without song, and the messenger of dawn, Circling above the hamlets as thy nest; Or else, departing dream, and shadowy form Of midnight vision, gathering up thy skirts; By night star-veiling, and by day Darkening the light and blotting out the sun; Go thou my incense upward from this hearth, And ask the gods to pardon this clear flame. -Henry David Thoreau-.
In New Yorkâwhose subway trains in particular have been "tattooed" with an energy to put our own rude practitioners to shameânot an inch of free space is spared except that of advertisements.
No iron can pierce the heart with such force as a period put just at the right place.
Green little vaulter, in the sunny grass, Catching your heart up at the feel of June, Sole noise that's heard amidst the lazy noon, When ev'n the bees lag at the summoning brass.
A thankful heart is not only the greatest virtue, but the parent of all the other virtues. [Lat., Gratus animus est una virtus non solum maxima, sed etiam mater virtutum onmium reliquarum.]
Gratitude is the memory of the heart. [Fr., La reconnaissance est la memoire du coeur.]
It is a pleasure appropriate to man, for him to save a fellow-man, and gratitude is acquired in no better way. [Lat., Conveniens homini est hominem servare voluptas. Et melius nulla quaeritur arte favor.]
I've heard of hearts unkind, kind deeds With coldness still returning; Alas! the gratitude of men Hath often left me mourning.
Gratitude is the heart's memory.
Gratitude is one of the least articulate of the emotions, especially when it is deep.
Both abundance and lack exist simultaneously in our lives, as parallel realities. It is always our conscious choice which secret garden we will tend... when we choose not to focus on what is missing from our lives but are grateful for the abundance that's presentâlove, health, family, friends, work, the joys of nature and personal pursuits that bring us pleasureâthe wasteland of illusion falls away and we experience Heaven on earth.
Nigh to a grave that was newly made, Leaned a sexton old on his earth-worn spade.
What's hallowed ground? Has earth a clod Its Maker mean'd not should be trod By man, the image of his God, Erect and free, Unscourged by Superstition's rod.
Alas, poor Tom! how oft, with merry heart, Have we beheld thee play the Sexton's part; Each comic heart must now be grieved to see The Sexton's dreary part performed on thee.
O how small a portion of earth will hold us when we are dead, who ambitiously seek after the whole world while we are living.
There is gravity in wisdom, but no particular wisdom in gravity.
So let his name through Europe ring! A man of mean estate, Who dies as firm as Sparta's king, Because his soul was great.
That man scorches with his brightness, who overpowers inferior capacities, yet he shall be revered when dead. [Lat., Urit enim fulgore suo qui praegravat artes Intra se positas; extinctus amabitur idem.]
It is the prerogative of great men only to have great defects. [Fr., Il n'appartient qu'aux grands hommes d'avoir de grands defauts.]