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Alas! worse every day! this colony grows backward like the tail
of a calf.
[Lat., Heu quotidie pejus! read more
Alas! worse every day! this colony grows backward like the tail
of a calf.
[Lat., Heu quotidie pejus! haec colonia retroversus crescit
tanquam coda vituli.]
Our pleasures and our discontents,
Are rounds by which we may ascend.
Our pleasures and our discontents,
Are rounds by which we may ascend.
The gem cannot be polished without friction, not a man perfected without trials.
The gem cannot be polished without friction, not a man perfected without trials.
Man seems the only growth that dwindles here.
Man seems the only growth that dwindles here.
You cannot hammer a girl into anything. She grows as a flower does, she will wither without sun; she will read more
You cannot hammer a girl into anything. She grows as a flower does, she will wither without sun; she will decay in her sheath as a narcissus will if you do not give her air enough; she might fall and defile her head in dust if you leave her without help at some moments in her life; but you cannot fetter her; she must take her own fair form and way if she take any.
Confidence is a plant of slow growth; especially in an aged bosom.
Confidence is a plant of slow growth; especially in an aged bosom.
'Ay,' quoth my uncle Gloucester,
'Small herbs have grace, great weeds do grow apace.'
And since, methinks, read more
'Ay,' quoth my uncle Gloucester,
'Small herbs have grace, great weeds do grow apace.'
And since, methinks, I would not grow so fast,
Because sweet flow'rs are slow and weeds make haste.
The art of progress is to preserve order amid change, and to preserve change amid order. Life refuses to be read more
The art of progress is to preserve order amid change, and to preserve change amid order. Life refuses to be embalmed alive.
It is not growing like a tree
In bulk, doth make man better be;
Or standing long read more
It is not growing like a tree
In bulk, doth make man better be;
Or standing long an oak, three hundred year,
To fall a log at last, dry, bald, and sere:
A lily of a day
Is fairer far in May,
Although it falls and die that night--
It was the plant and flower of Light.