Quotes
Quotes about End
Ev'n so, with all submission, I . . . . Send you each year a homely letter, Who may return me much a better.
What dazzles, for the moment spends its spirit; What's genuine, shall posterity inherit. [Ger., Was glanzt ist fur den Augenblick geboren; Das Aechte bleibt der Nachwelt unverloren.]
I despise mankind in all its strata; I foresee that our descendants will be still far unhappier than we are. Would I not be a criminal if, notwithstanding this view, I should provide for progeny, i.e. for unfortunates? [Ger., Ich verachte die Menschheit in allen ihren Schichten; ich sehe es voraus, dass unsere Nachkommen noch weit unglucklicher sein werden, als wir. Sollte ich nicht ein Sunder sein, wenn ich trotz dieser Ansicht fur Nachkommen, d.h. fur Ungluckliche sorgte?
Posterity gives to every man his true honor. [Lat., Suum cuique decus posteritas rependet.]
He that hath pity upon the poor lendeth unto the Lord; and that which he hath given will he pay him again.
Hard as it may appear in individual cases, dependent poverty ought to be held disgraceful.
Odin, thou whirlwind, what a threat is this Thou threatenest what transcends thy might, even thine, For of all powers the mightiest far art thou, Lord over men on earth, and Gods in Heaven; Yet even from thee thyself hath been withheld One thing--to undo what thou thyself hast ruled.
Neither art thou the man to catch the fiend and hold him! [Ger., Du bist noch nicht der Mann den Teufel festzuhalten.]
This administration has broken faith with the people of America. They have squandered the immense good will extended by other nations.
A few great minds are enough to endow humanity with monstrous power, but a few great hearts are not enough to make us worthy of using it.
We defend and we build a way of life, not for America alone, but for all mankind.
Praise from a friend, or censure from a foe, Are lost on hearers that our merits know.
Join voices, all ye living souls: ye birds, That singing up to heaven-gate ascend, Bear on your wings and in your notes his praise.
To what base ends, and by what abject ways, Are mortals urg'd through sacred lust of praise!
Sweet is the scene where genial friendship plays The pleasing game of interchanging praise.
The saints will aid if men will call: For the blue sky bends over all.
Would I describe a preacher, . . . . I would express him simple, grave, sincere; In doctrine uncorrupt; in language plain, And plain in manner; decent, solemn, chaste, And natural in gesture; much impress'd Himself, as conscious of his awful charge, And anxious mainly that the flock he feeds May feel it too; affectionate in look, And tender in address, as well becomes A messenger of grace to guilty men.
The proud he tam'd, the penitent he cheer'd: Nor to rebuke the rich offender fear'd. His preaching much, but more his practice wrought; (A living sermon of the truths he taught:) For this by rules severe his life he squar'd: That all might see the doctrines which they heard.
The President is merely the most important among a large number of public servants. He should be supported or opposed exactly to the degree which is warranted by his good conduct or bad conduct, his efficiency or inefficiency in rendering loyal, able, and disinterested service to the nation as a whole. Therefore it is absolutely necessary that there should be full liberty to tell the truth about his acts, and this means that it is exactly as necessary to blame him when he does wrong as to praise him when he does right. Any other attitude in an American citizen is both base and servile. To announce that there must be no criticism of the President, or that we are to stand by the President, right or wrong, is not only unpatriotic and servile, but is morally treasonable to the American public. Nothing but the truth should be spoken about him or any one else. But it is even more important to tell the truth, pleasant or unpleasant, about him than about any one else.
The President has kept all of the promises he intended to keep.
The only good in pretending is the fun we get out of fooling ourselves that we fool somebody.
True glory strikes root, and even extends itself; all false pretensions fall as do flowers, nor can any feigned thing be lasting.
Where there is much pretension, much has been borrowed; nature never pretends.
O, this life Is nobler than attending for a check, Richer than doing nothing for a robe, Prouder than rustling in unpaid-for silk: Such pain the cap of him that makes him fine Yet keeps his book uncrossed.
I do not hate a proud man, as I do hate the engendering of toads.
