As the grace of man is in the mind, so the beauty of the mind is eloquence.
The diamond's virtues well might grace The epigram, and both excel In brilliancy in smallest space, And power to cut as well.
To live anywhere in the world today and be against equality because of race or color is like living in Alaska and being against snow.
The rise of every man he loved to trace, Up to the very pod O! And, in baboons, our parent race Was found by old Monboddo. Their A, B, C, he made them speak, And learn their qui, quae, quod, O! Till Hebrew, Latin, Welsh, and Greek They knew as well's Monboddo!
We seem to exist in a hazardous time, Driftin' along here through space; Nobody knows just when we begun, Or how fur we've gone in the race.
Pouter, tumbler, and fantail are from the same source; The racer and hack may be traced to one Horse; So men were developed from monkeys of course, Which nobody can deny.
This survival of the fittest, which I have here sought to express in mechanical terms, is that which Mr. Darwin has called "natural selection, or the preservation of favoured races in the struggle for life."
As a neighboring funeral terrifies sick misers, and fear obliges them to have some regard for themselves; so, the disgrace of others will often deter tender minds from vice. [Lat., Avidos vicinum funus ut aegros Exanimat, mortisque metu sibi parcere cogit; Sic teneros animos aliena opprobria saepe Absterrent vitiis.]
Seek the Infinite, for that alone is Joy unlimited, imperishable, unfailing, self-sustaining, unconditioned, timeless. When you have this joy, human life becomes a paradise; the light, the grace, the power, the perfections of that which is highest in your inner consciousness, appear in your everyday life.
The world is not comprehensible, but it is embraceable: through the embracing of one of its beings.
Exploitation and oppression is not a matter of race. It is the system, the apparatus of world-wide brigandage called imperialism, which made the Powers behave the way they did.
Eyes, that displaces The neighbor diamond, and out-faces That sun-shine by their own sweet graces.
Yet even her tyranny had such a grace, The women pardoned all, except her face.
Well had the boding tremblers learn'd to trace The day's disasters in his morning face.
Oh! could you view the melody Of every grace, And music of her face, You'd drop a tear, Seeing more harmony In her bright eye, Than now you hear.
And each forgets, as he strips and runs With a brilliant, fitful pace, It's the steady, quiet, plodding ones Who win in the lifelong race. And each forgets that his youth has fled, Forgets that his prime is past, Till he stands one day, with a hope that's dead, In the glare of the truth at last.
An outward and visible sign of an inward and spiritual grace.
Farewell, my children; remain always in the fear of the Lord. That temptation and tribulation which is to come is now at hand and happy shall they who persevere in the good they have begun. I hasten to go to our Lord, to whose grace I recommend you.
Nothing is thought rare Which is not new, and follow'd; yet we know That what was worn some twenty years ago Comes into grace again.
Then farewell, Horace; whom I hated so, Not for thy faults, but mine.
The music, and the banquet, and the wine-- The garlands, the rose odors, and the flowers, The sparkling eyes, and flashing ornaments-- The white arms and the raven hair--the braids, And bracelets; swan-like bosoms, and the necklace, An India in itself, yet dazzling not.
Women do not win formula one races, because they simply are not strong enough to resist the G-forces. In the boardroom, it is different. I believe women are better able to marshal their thoughts than men and because they are less egotistical they make fewer assumptions.
It takes all the fun out of a bracelet if you have to buy it yourself.
I do not regard a broker as a member of the human race.
Take no repulse, whatever she doth say; For 'get you gone,' she doth not mean 'away.' Flatter and praise, commend, extol their graces; Though ne'er so black, say they have angels' faces. That man that hath a tongue, I say is no man, If with his tongue he cannot win a woman.