Those who build beneath the stars build too low.

Those who build beneath the stars build too low.

Be intent upon the perfection of the present day.

Be intent upon the perfection of the present day.

Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was read more

Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul. Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem.

Nobody grows old merely by living a number of years. We grow old by deserting our ideals. Years may wrinkle read more

Nobody grows old merely by living a number of years. We grow old by deserting our ideals. Years may wrinkle the skin, but to give up enthusiasm wrinkles the soul. -Samuel Ullman.

I can do no other than be reverent before everything that is called life. I can do no other than read more

I can do no other than be reverent before everything that is called life. I can do no other than to have compassion for all that is called life. That is the beginning and the foundation of all ethics.

It's a funny thing about life; if you refuse to accept anything but the best, you very often get it.

It's a funny thing about life; if you refuse to accept anything but the best, you very often get it.

A man is truly ethical only when he obeys the compulsion to help all life which he is able to read more

A man is truly ethical only when he obeys the compulsion to help all life which he is able to assist, and shrinks from injuring anything that lives.

Life is too short to live the same day twice. It's a new day, get on your way.

Life is too short to live the same day twice. It's a new day, get on your way.

Let us live then, and be glad
While young life's before us
After youthful pastime had,
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Let us live then, and be glad
While young life's before us
After youthful pastime had,
After old age had and sad,
Earth will slumber over us.
[Lat., Gaudeamus igitur,
Juvenes dum sumus
Post pucundam juventutem.
Post molestam senectutem.
Nos habetit humus.]