If solid happiness we prize, Within our breast this jewel lies, And they are fools who roam; The world has nothing to bestow, From our own selves our bliss must flow, And that dear hut,--our home.
Happiness lies in our own backyard, but it's probably well hidden by crabgrass.
From the deepest desires often come the deadliest hate.
Between two hawks, which flies the higher pitch, Between two dogs, which hath the deeper mouth, Between two blades, which bears the better temper, Between two horses, which doth bear him best, Between two girls, which hath the merriest eye, I have perhaps some shallow spirit of judgment; But in these nice sharp quillets of the law, Good faith, I am no wiser than a daw.
When health, affrighted, spreads her rosy wing, And flies with every changing gale of spring.
Nor love, not honour, wealth nor pow'r, Can give the heart a cheerful hour When health is lost. Be timely wise; With health all taste of pleasure flies.
Liberty lies in the hearts of men and women; when it dies there, no constitution, no law, no court can save it; no constitution, no law, no court can even do much to help it. -Justice Learned Hand.
There is in every true woman's heart, a spark of heavenly fire, which lies dormant in the broad daylight of prosperity, but which kindles up and beams and blazes in the dark hour of adversity. -Washington Irving.
The holiest of all holidays are those Kept by ourselves in silence and apart, The secret anniversaries of the heart... -Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.
The road to heaven lies as near by water as by land.
History, as it lies at the root of all science, is also the first distinct product of man's spiritual nature; his earliest expression of what can be called Thought.
Most history is a record of the triumphs, disasters, and follies of top people. The black hole in it is the way of life of mute, inglorious men and women who make no nuisance of themselves in the world.
History is a pack of lies about events that never happened told by people who weren't there.
History books that contain no lies are extremely dull.
History is indeed little more than the register of the crimes, follies and misfortunes of mankind.
History is the study of lies, anyway, because no witness ever recalls events with total accuracy, not even eyewitnesses.
A truly American sentiment recognizes the dignity of labor and the fact that honor lies in honest toil.
The holiest of all holidays are those Kept by ourselves in silence and apart; The secret anniversaries of the heart, When the full river of feeling overflows;-- The happy days unclouded to their close; The sudden joys that our of darkness start As flames from ashes; swift desires that dart Like swallows singing down each wind that blows!
Those holies of themselves a shape As of an arbor took.
Honor lies in honest toil.
The dignity of man lies in his ability to face reality in all o its meaninglessness.
A flash of harmless lightning, A mist of rainbow dyes, The burnished sunbeams brightening From flower to flower he flies.
Time flies like an arrow. Fruit flies like a banana.
Hungry bellies have no cars. [Fr., La ventre affame n'point d'oreilles.]
The true hypocrite is the one who ceases to perceive his deception, the one who lies with sincerity.