Thou wast not born for death, immortal bird! No hungry generations tread thee down; The voice I hear this passing night was heard In ancient days by emperor and clown.
To the red rising moon, and loud and deep The nightingale is singing from the steep.
What bird so sings, yet does so wail? O, 'tis the ravish'd nightingale-- Jug, jug, jug, jug--tereu, she cries, And still her woes at midnight rise.
The sunrise wakes the lark to sing, The moonrise wakes the nightingale. Come, darkness, moonrise, everything That is so silent, sweet, and pale: Come, so ye wake the nightingale.
The crow doth sing as sweetly as the lark When neither is attended; and I think The nightingale, if she should sing by day When every goose is cackling, would be thought No better a musician than the wren. How many thing by season seasoned are To their right praise and true perfection!
We cannot conceive of matter being formed of nothing, since things require a seed to start from. [Lat., Nil igitur fieri de nilo posse putandum es Semine quando opus est rebus.]
I try to learn from the past, but I plan for the future by focusing exclusively on the present. That's were the fun is. -Donald Trump.
The monarch oak, the patriarch of the trees, Shoots rising up, and spreads by slow degrees. Three centuries he grows, and three he stays Supreme in state; and in three more decays.
One who is too wise an observer of the business of others, like one who is too curious in observing the labor of bees, will often be stung for his curiosity.
Single-mindedness is all very well in cows or baboons; in an animal claiming to belong to the same species as Shakespeare it is simply disgraceful.
Business more than any other occupation is a continual dealing with the future; it is a continual calculation, an instinctive exercise in foresight.
Beware of a misfit occupation. . . . Consider carefully your natural bent, whether for business or a profession.
And sure the Eternal Master found The single talent well employ'd.
Opera is when a guy gets stabbed in the back and, instead of bleeding, he sings.
Opera is when a guy gets stabbed in the back and, instead of bleeding, he sings.
Any subject is good for opera if the composer feels it so intently he must sing it out.
Going to the opera, like getting drunk, is a sin that carries its own punishment with it.
For most men (till by losing rendered sager) Will back their own opinion is by a wager.
It is not often that an opinion is worth expressing, which cannot take care of itself.
Never lose an opportunity of seeing anything that is beautiful; for beauty is God's handwritingâ a wayside sacrament. Welcome it in every fair face, in every fair sky, in every fair flower, and thank God for it as a cup of blessing.
The world does not owe men a living, but business, if it is to fulfill its ideal, owes men an opportunity to earn a living.
But most of us are apt to settle within ourselves that the man who blocks our way is odious, and not to mind causing him a little of the disgust which his personality excites in ourselves.
Now I say that with cruelty and oppression it is everybody's business to interfere when they see it.
[Bigotry's] birthplace is the sinister back room of the mind where plots and schemes are hatched for the persecution and oppression of other human beings.
Positive thinking is the key to success in business, education, pro football, anything that you can mention. I go out there thinking that I'm going to complete every pass.