Occasionally in life there are those moments of unutterable fulfillment which cannot be completely explained by those symbols called words. Their meanings can only be articulated by the inaudible language of the heart. -Martin Luther King.
To believe your own thought, to believe that that what is true for you in your private heart is true for all men,-that is genius. -Ralph Waldo Emerson.
But that intimacy of mutual embarrassment, in which each feels that the other is feeling something, having once existed, its effect is not to be done away with.
While resignation gently slopes the way; And, all his prospects brightening to the last, His heaven commences ere the world be past.
Heaven has a road, but no one travels it; Hell has no gate but men will dig to get there.
Hell is paved with the skulls of great scholars, and paled in with the bone of great men.
Heaven has a road, but no one travels it; Hell has no gate but men will dig to get there.
The foolish ofttimes teach the wise: I strain too much this string of life, belike, Meaning to make such music as shall save. Mine eyes are dim now that they see the truth, My strength is waned now that my need is most; Would that I had such help as man must have, For I shall die, whose life was all men's hope.
He who civilly shows the way to one who has missed it, is as one who has lighted another's lamp from his own lamp; it none the less gives light to himself when it burns for the other. [Lat., Homo qui erranti comiter monstrat viam, Quasi lumen de suo lumine accendit, facit: Nihilominus ipsi luceat, cum illi accenderit.]
Aid the dawning, tongue and pen: Aid it, hopes of honest men!
Down in their hearts, wise men know this truth: the only way to help yourself is to help others.
You measure a government by how few people need help.
Life consists not simply in what heredity and environment do to us but in what we make out of what they do to us.
Heredity deals the cards; environment plays the hand.
Heresies are experiments in man's unsatisfied search for truth.
Rarely do they appear great before their valets. [Fr., Rarement ils sont grands vis-a-vis de leur valets-de-chambre.]
The characteristic of genuine heroism is its persistency. All men have wandering impulses, fits and starts of generosity. But when you have resolved to be great, abide by yourself, and do not try to reconcile yourself with the world. The heroic cannot be common, nor the common heroic.
What is a society without a heroic dimension?
Claret is the liquor for boys; port for men; but he who aspires to be a hero must drink brandy.
After finding no qualified candidates for the position of principal, the school board is extremely pleased to announce the appointment of David Steele to the post.
In a certain sense all men are historians.
History teaches us that men and nations behave wisely once they have exhausted all other alternatives.
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 as a discipline can be characterized as having a collective forgetfulness about women.
Actors who have tried to play Churchill and MacArthur have failed abysmally because each of those men was a great actor playing himself.