The question of common sense is always, "What is it good for?" A question which would abolish the rose and be answered triumphantly by the cabbage.
James Lowell (1819 - 1891)
Contributed by: Nelly
The foolish and the dead alone never change their opinions
Contributed by: Revenimus
May is a pious fraud of the almanac.
Contributed by: Zaady
No man is born into the world, whose work Is not born with him; there is always work, And tools to work withal, for those who will: And blessed are the horny hands of toil!
You've a darned long row to hoe.
In creating, the only hard thing is to begin: a grass blade's no easier to make than an oak.
Mishaps are like knives, that either serve us or cut us, as we grasp them by the blade or the handle.
Nature is painting for us, day after day, pictures of infinite beauty.
Reputation is in itself only a farthing candle, of a wavering and uncertain flame, and easily blown out, but it is the light by which the world looks for and finds merit.
'T is heaven alone that is given away; 'T is only God may be had for the asking.
Source: The Vision of Sir Launfal. Prelude to Part First.
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