The lecturer should give the audience full reason to believe that all his powers have been exerted for their pleasure and instruction. -Michael Faraday.
Enlighten the people generally, and tyranny and oppressions of body and mind will vanish like evil spirits at the dawn of day.
Give a man a fish and you feed him for a day. Teach a man to fish and you feed him for a lifetime.
The essence of intelligence is skill in extracting meaning from everyday experience. Sir Walter Scott We shall never learn to feel and respect our real calling and destiny, unless we have taught ourselves to consider every thing as moonshine, compared with the education of the heart. -Unknown.
A hundred times every day I remind myself that my inner and outer life depend on the labors of other men, living and dead, and that I must exert myself in order to give in the same measure as I have received and am still receiving.
I believe that any man's life will be filled with constant and unexpected encouragement, if he makes up his mind to do his level best each day, and as nearly as possible reaching the high water mark of pure and useful living.
The end crowns all, And that old common arbitrator, Time, Will one day end it.
Not only will atomic power be released, but someday we will harness the rise and fall of the tides and imprison the rays of the sun.
In these troublesome days when the great Mother Empire stands splendidly isolated in Europe.
How could I, blest with thee, long nights employ; And how with the longest day enjoy! [Lat., Quam vellem longas tecum requiescere noctes, Et tecum longos pervigilare dies.]
Farewell, vain world, I've had enough of thee, And Valies't not what thou Can'st say of me; Thy Smiles I count not, nor thy frowns I fear, My days are past, my head lies quiet here. What faults you saw in me take Care to shun, Look but at home, enough is to be done.
To live anywhere in the world today and be against equality because of race or color is like living in Alaska and being against snow.
Give me a productive error over a boring, mundane and unproductive fact any day.
Some positive persisting fops we know, Who, if once wrong, will needs be always so; But you with pleasure own your errors past, And make each day a critique on the last.
At the close of the day, when the hamlet is still And mortals the sweets of forgetfulness prove, When nought but the torrent is heard on the hill And nought but the nightingale's song in the grove.
To me at least was never evening yet But seemed far beautifuller than its day.
It is the hour when from the boughs The nightingale's high note is heard; It is the hour when lovers' vows Seem sweet in every whispered word; And gentle winds, and waters near, Make music to the lonely ear. Each flower the dews have lightly wet, And in the sky the stars are met, And on the wave is deeper blue, And on the leaf a browner hue, And in the heaven that clear obscure, So softly dark, and darkly pure. Which follows the decline of day, As twilight melts beneath the moon away.
When day is done, and clouds are low, And flowers are honey-dew, And Hesper's lamp begins to glow Along the western blue; And homeward wing the turtle-doves, Then comes the hour the poet loves.
The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me.
Day hath put on his jacket, and around His burning bosom buttoned it with stars.
Day, like a weary pilgrim, had reached the western gate of heaven, and Evening stooped down to unloose the latchets of his sandal shoon.
Day's lustrous eyes grow heavy in sweet death.
The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks: The long day wanes: the slow moon climbs: the deep Moans round with many voices.
I was heavy with the even, When she lit her glimmering tapers Round the day's dead sanctities. I laughed in the morning's eyes.
There was an ape in the days that were earlier, Centuries passed and his hair became curlier; Centuries more gave a thumb to his wrist-- Then he was a Man and a Positivist.