Quotes
Quotes about Pen
The Vietnamese people deeply love independence, freedom and peace. But in the face of United States aggression they have risen up, united as one man.
The great majority of people in England and America are modest, decent and pure-minded and the amount of virgins in the world today is stupendous.
The first time you see Winston Churchill you see all his faults and the rest of your life you spend discovering his virtues.
Each man has his own vocation; his talent is his call. There is one direction in which all space is open to him.
It is one of the most beautiful compensations of life, that no man can sincerely try to help another without helping himself.
Your capacity to keep your vow will depend on the purity of your life.
If all hearts were open and all desires knownâas they would be if people showed their soulsâhow many gapings, sighings, clenched fists, knotted brows, broad grins, and red eyes should we see in the market-place!
No business which depends for existence on paying less than living wages to its workers has any right to continue in this country.
Draw your salary before spending it.
Whatever we are waiting forâ peace of mind, contentment, grace, the inner awareness of simple abundanceâ it will surely come to us, but only when we are ready to receive it with an open and grateful heart.
The inevitableness, the idealism, and the blessing of war, as an indispensable and stimulating law of development, must be repeatedly emphasized.
If war should sweep our commerce from the seas, another generation will restore it. If war exhausts our treasury, future industry will replenish it. If war desiccate and lay waste our fields, under new cultivation they will grow green again and ripen to future harvest. If the walls of yonder Capitol should fall and its decorations be covered by the dust of battle, all these can be rebuilt. But who shall reconstruct the fabric of a demolished government; who shall dwell in the well-proportioned columns of constitutional liberty; who shall frame together the skillful architecture which unites sovereignty with state's rights, individual security with prosperity?
Give me the money that has been spent in war and I will clothe every man, woman, and child in an attire of which kings and queens will be proud. I will build a schoolhouse in every valley over the whole earth. I will crown every hillside with a place of worship consecrated to peace.
War grows out of the desire of the individual to gain advantage at the expense of his fellow man.
Our common Father and Deliverer, to whose prudence, wisdom and valour we owe our Peace, Liberty and Safety, now leads and directs in the great councils of the nation . . . and now we celebrate an independent Government--an original Constitution! an independent Legislature, at the head of which we this day celebrate, The Father of his Country--We celebrate Washington! We celebrate an independent Empire!
Let yourself be open and life will be easier. A spoon of salt in a glass of water makes the water undrinkable. A spoon of salt in a lake is almost unnoticed.
Heaven forming each on other to depend, A master, or a servant, or a friend, Bids each on other for assistance call, Till one man's weakness grows the strength of all.
No good man ever became suddenly rich. [Lat., Repente dives nemo factus est bonus.]
Whether you wind up with a nest egg or a goose egg depends on the kind of chick you married
The gratification of wealth is not found in mere possession or in lavish expenditure, but in its wise application.
Chill airs and wintry winds! my ear Has grown familiar with your song; I hear it in the opening year, I listen, and it cheers me long.
Look not thou upon the wine when it is red, when it giveth his colour in the cup, when it moveth itself aright. At the last it biteth like a serpent, and stingeth like an adder.
Which cheers the sad, revives the old, inspires The young, makes Weariness forget his toil, And Fear her danger; opens a new world When this, the present, palls.
These Winter nights against my window-pane Nature with busy pencil draws designs Of ferns and blossoms and fine spray of pines, Oak-leaf and acorn and fantastic vines, Which she will make when summer comes again-- Quaint arabesques in argent, flat and cold, Like curious Chinese etchings.
Yet all how beautiful! Pillars of pearl Propping the cliffs above, stalactites bright From the ice roof depending; and beneath, Grottoes and temples with their crystal spires And gleaming columns radiant in the sun.
