The foolish ofttimes teach the wise:
I strain too much this string of life, belike,
Meaning to make such music as shall save.
Mine eyes are dim now that they see the truth,
My strength is waned now that my need is most;
Would that I had such help as man must have,
For I shall die, whose life was all men's hope.
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People are like dirt. They can either nourish you and help you grow as a person or they can stunt read more
People are like dirt. They can either nourish you and help you grow as a person or they can stunt your growth and make you wilt and die.
Aid the dawning, tongue and pen:
Aid it, hopes of honest men!
Aid the dawning, tongue and pen:
Aid it, hopes of honest men!
If I can stop one heart from breaking,
I shall not live in vain;
If I can read more
If I can stop one heart from breaking,
I shall not live in vain;
If I can ease one life the aching,
Or cool one pain,
Or help one fainting robin
Into his nest again,
I shall not live in vain.
I came upon a doctor who appeared in quite poor health. I said, 'There's nothing that I can do for read more
I came upon a doctor who appeared in quite poor health. I said, 'There's nothing that I can do for you that you can't do for yourself.' He said, 'Oh yes you can. Just hold my hand. I think that that would help.' So I sat with him a while then I asked him how he felt. He said, 'I think I'm cured.'
Something that has always puzzled me all my life is why, when I
am in special need of help, read more
Something that has always puzzled me all my life is why, when I
am in special need of help, the good deed is usually done by
somebody on whom I have no claim.
Is not a patron, my lord, one who looks with unconcern on a man
struggling for life in the read more
Is not a patron, my lord, one who looks with unconcern on a man
struggling for life in the water, and when he has reached ground
encumbers him with help?
God helps those who persevere.
God helps those who persevere.
Now, ye familiar spirits that are culled
Out of the powerful legions under earth,
Help me this read more
Now, ye familiar spirits that are culled
Out of the powerful legions under earth,
Help me this once, that France may get the field.
To help all created things, that is the measure of all our responsibility; to be helped by all, that is read more
To help all created things, that is the measure of all our responsibility; to be helped by all, that is the measure of our hope.
