With whom there is no place of toil, no burning heat, no piercing
cold, nor any briars there . read more

With whom there is no place of toil, no burning heat, no piercing
cold, nor any briars there . . . this place we call the Bosom of
Abraham.

The future is much like the present, only longer.

The future is much like the present, only longer.

What lies behind us and what lies before us are tiny matters
compared to what lies within us.

What lies behind us and what lies before us are tiny matters
compared to what lies within us.

The future? Like unwritten books and unborn children, you don't talk about it.

The future? Like unwritten books and unborn children, you don't talk about it.

Everything that looks to the future elevates human nature. Never is life so low or so little as when occupied read more

Everything that looks to the future elevates human nature. Never is life so low or so little as when occupied with the present.

Dear Land to which Desire forever flees;
Time doth no present to our grasp allow,
Say in read more

Dear Land to which Desire forever flees;
Time doth no present to our grasp allow,
Say in the fixed Eternal shall we seize
At last the fleeting Now?

The future is called "perhaps," which is the only possible thing to call the future. And the only important read more

The future is called "perhaps," which is the only possible thing to call the future. And the only important thing is not to allow that to scare you.

Be careful that victories do not carry the seed of future defeats.

Be careful that victories do not carry the seed of future defeats.

When Earth's last picture is painted, and the tubes are twisted
and dried,
When the oldest colours have read more

When Earth's last picture is painted, and the tubes are twisted
and dried,
When the oldest colours have faded, and the youngest critic has
died,
We shall rest, and faith, we shall need it--lie down for an aeon
or two,
Till the Master of All Good Workmen shall set us to work anew.