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Character is like a tree and reputation like its shadow. The shadow is what we think of it; the tree read more
Character is like a tree and reputation like its shadow. The shadow is what we think of it; the tree is the real thing.
Many men are mere warehouses full of merchandise--the head, the
heart, are stuffed with goods. . . . There read more
Many men are mere warehouses full of merchandise--the head, the
heart, are stuffed with goods. . . . There are apartments in
their souls which were once tenanted by taste, and love, and joy,
and worship, but they are all deserted now, and the rooms are
filled with earthy and material things.
They love, they hate, but cannot do without him.
They love, they hate, but cannot do without him.
Vitanda est improba Siren Desidia. (That shameful Siren, sloth, is ever to be avoided.)
Vitanda est improba Siren Desidia. (That shameful Siren, sloth, is ever to be avoided.)
Many men build as cathedrals were built, the part nearest the
ground finished; but that part which soars toward read more
Many men build as cathedrals were built, the part nearest the
ground finished; but that part which soars toward heaven, the
turrets and the spires, forever incomplete.
Character is a victory, not a gift.
Character is a victory, not a gift.
And these things, brethren, I have in a figure transferred to
myself and to Apollos for your sakes; that read more
And these things, brethren, I have in a figure transferred to
myself and to Apollos for your sakes; that ye might learn in us
not to think of men above that which is written, that no one of
you be puffed up for one against another.
From their folded mates they wander far,
Their ways seem harsh and wild:
They follow the beck read more
From their folded mates they wander far,
Their ways seem harsh and wild:
They follow the beck of a baleful star,
Their paths are dream-beguiled.