Gluttony kills more than the sword, and is the kindler of all evils. [Lat., Gula plures occidit quam gladius, estque fomes omnium malorum.]
"Live like yourself," was soon my lady's word, And lo! two puddings smok'd upon the board.
But her voice is still living immortal, The same you have frequently heard, In your rambles in valleys and forests, Repeating your ultimate word.
An ecstasy is a thing that will not go into words; it feels like music.
Education commences at the mother's knee, and every word spoken within the hearsay of little children tends towards the formation of character.
We are students of words: we are shut up in schools, and colleges, and recitation-rooms, for ten or fifteen years, and come out at last with a bag of wind, a memory of words, and do not know a thing.
With just a little education and practice on how to manage your emotions, you can move into a new experience of life so rewarding that you will be motivated to keep on managing your emotional nature in order to sustain it. The payoff is delicious in terms of improved quality of life. Barbara Hoberman Levine, Your Body Believes Every Word You Say Learning to love and accept ourselves is basic to human education. So is learning to language emotion in a positive way. Ultimately when we learn to truly love and accept ourselves, we'll be able to live well and love each other and every thing we encounter. -Doc Childre.
We are shut up in schools and college recitation rooms for ten or fifteen years, and come out at last with a bellyfull of words and do not know a thing. The things taught in schools and colleges are not an education, but the means of education. -Ralph Waldo Emerson.
There is no such thing as a 'self-made' man. We are made up of thousands of others. Everyone who has ever done a kind deed for us, or spoken one word of encouragement to us, has entered into the make-up of our character and of our thoughts, as well as our success.
In the End, we will remember not the words of our enemies, but the silence of our friends.
'Tis a glorious charter, deny it who can, That's breathed in the words, "I'm an Englishman."
Temper your enjoyments with prudence, lest there be written on your heart that fearful word "satiety.".
In whatever place you meet me, Postumus, you cry out immediately, and your very first words are, "How do you do?" You say this, even if you meet me ten times in one single hour: you, Postumus, have nothing, I suppose, to do.
If e'er she knew an evil thought She spoke no evil word: Peace to the gentle! She hath sought The bosom of her Lord.
A tomb now suffices him for whom the whole word was not sufficient. [Lat., Sufficit huic tumulus, cui non suffecerit orbis.]
Eventually, all things merge into one, and a river runs through it. The river was cut by the world's great flood and runs over rocks from the basement of time. On some of the rocks are timeless raindrops. Under the rocks are the words, and some of the words are theirs. I am haunted by waters.
It is the hour when from the boughs The nightingale's high note is heard; It is the hour when lovers' vows Seem sweet in every whispered word; And gentle winds, and waters near, Make music to the lonely ear. Each flower the dews have lightly wet, And in the sky the stars are met, And on the wave is deeper blue, And on the leaf a browner hue, And in the heaven that clear obscure, So softly dark, and darkly pure. Which follows the decline of day, As twilight melts beneath the moon away.
Is there evil but on earth? Or pain in every people sphere? Well, be grateful for the sounding watchword "Evolution" here.
Give Me Strength! A petition no doubt directed at our Creator above, these words are uttered in times of complete exasperation.
I would sum up my fear about the future in one word: boring. And that's my one fear: that everything has happened; nothing exciting or new or interesting is ever going to happen again... the future is just going to be a vast, conforming suburb of the soul.
There are. intangible realities which float near us, formless and without words; realities which no one has thought out, and which are excluded for lack of interpreters.
The way we imagine ourselves to appear to another person is an essential element in our conception of ourselves. In other words, I am not what I think I am, and I am not what you think I am. I am what I think you think I am.
A world of facts lies outside and beyond the world of words.
When you wish to instruct, be brief; that men's minds take in quickly what you say, learn its lesson, and retain it faithfully. Every word that is unnecessary only pours over the side of a brimming mind.
Think not those faithful who praise all thy words and actions; but those who kindly reprove thy faults.