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Then bless thy secret growth, nor catch
At noise, but thrive unseen and dumb;
Keep clean, be read more
Then bless thy secret growth, nor catch
At noise, but thrive unseen and dumb;
Keep clean, be as fruit, earn life, and watch,
Till the white-wing'd reapers come.
You've got to do your own growing, no matter how tall your grandfather was.
You've got to do your own growing, no matter how tall your grandfather was.
Besides that, when elsewhere the harvest of wheat is most
abundant, there it comes up less by one-fourth than read more
Besides that, when elsewhere the harvest of wheat is most
abundant, there it comes up less by one-fourth than what you have
sowed. There, methinks, it were a proper place for men to sow
their wild oats, where they would not spring up.
[Lat., Post id, frumenti quum alibi messis maxima'st
Tribus tantis illi minus reddit, quam obseveris.
Heu! istic oportet obseri mores malos,
Si in obserendo possint interfieri.]
Jock, when he hae naething else to do, ye may be aye sticking in
a tree; it will be read more
Jock, when he hae naething else to do, ye may be aye sticking in
a tree; it will be growing, Jock, when ye're sleeping.
Without continual growth and progress, such words as improvement, achievement, and success have no meaning.
Without continual growth and progress, such words as improvement, achievement, and success have no meaning.
Any life, no matter how long and complex it may be, is made up of a single moment - the read more
Any life, no matter how long and complex it may be, is made up of a single moment - the moment in which a man finds out, once and for all, who he is.
Confidence is a plant of slow growth; especially in an aged bosom.
Confidence is a plant of slow growth; especially in an aged bosom.
Close scrutiny will show that most "crisis situations" are opportunities to either advance, or stay where you are.
Close scrutiny will show that most "crisis situations" are opportunities to either advance, or stay where you are.
I held it truth, with him who sings
To one clear harp in divers tones,
That men read more
I held it truth, with him who sings
To one clear harp in divers tones,
That men may rise on stepping stones
Or their dead selves to higher things.