Life without liberty is like a body without spirit.
I only regret that I have but one life to lose for my country.
I slept, and dreamed that life was beauty; I woke, and found that life was Duty.
Popularity is exhausting. The life of the party almost always winds up in a corner with an overcoat over him.
When I behold what pleasure is Pursuit, What life, what glorious eagerness it is, Then mark how full Possession falls from this, How fairer seems the blossom than the fruit,-- I am perplext, and often stricken mute. Wondering which attained the higher bliss, The wing'd insect, or the chrysalis It thrust aside with unreluctant foot.
Life has no limitations, except the ones you make.
There are many spokes on the wheel of life. First, we're here to explore new possibilities.
The possibilities are unlimited as long as you are true to your life's purpose.
Messenger of sympathy and love, Servant of parted friends, Consoler of the lonely, Bond of the scattered family, Enlarger of the common life.
A strange volume of real life in the daily packet of the postman. Eternal love and instant payment!
The survivorship of a worthy man in his son is a pleasure scarce inferior to the hopes of the continuance of his own life.
Poverty ... It is life near the bone, where it is sweetest.
I thank fate for having made me born poor. Poverty taught me the true value of the gifts useful to life.
We defend and we build a way of life, not for America alone, but for all mankind.
I ask not a life for the dear ones, All radiant, as others have done, But that life may have just enough shadow To temper the glare of the sun; I would pray God to guard them from evil, But my prayer would bound back to myself: Ah! a seraph may pray for a sinner, But a sinner must pray for himself.
I venerate the man whose heart is warm, Whose hands are pure, whose doctrine and whose life, Coincident, exhibit lucid proof That he is honest in the sacred cause.
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.
Alas for the unhappy man that is called to stand in the pulpit, and not give the bread of life.
Oh! Why should the spirit of mortal be proud? Like a swift-fleeting meteor, a fast flying cloud, A flash of the lightning, a break of the wave, Man passes from life to his rest in the grave.
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.
The sin of pride may be a small or a great thing in someone's life, and hurt vanity a passing pinprick, or a self-destroying or ever murderous obsession.
Nor stony tower, nor walls of beaten brass, Nor airless dungeon, nor strong links of iron, Can be retentive to the strength of spirit; But life, being weary of these worldly bars, Never lacks power to dismiss itself.
There is no private life which has not been determined by a wider public life.
The personal life of every individual is based on secrecy, and perhaps it is partly for that reason that civilised man is so nervously anxious that personal privacy should be respected.
Waiting is a trap. There will always be reasons to wait...The truth is, there are only two things in life, reasons and results, and reasons simply don't count.