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Elegance of language may not be in the power of all of us; but simplicity and straight forwardness are. Write read more
Elegance of language may not be in the power of all of us; but simplicity and straight forwardness are. Write much as you would speak; speak as you think. If with your inferior, speak no coarser than usual; if with your superiors, no finer. Be what you say; and, within the rules of prudence, say what you are.
If you take responsibility for yourself you will develop a hunger to accomplish your dreams.
If you take responsibility for yourself you will develop a hunger to accomplish your dreams.
To have one's individuality completely ignored is like being pushed quite out of life--like being blown out as one blows read more
To have one's individuality completely ignored is like being pushed quite out of life--like being blown out as one blows out a light.
Facts in books, statistics in encyclopedias, the ability to use them in men's heads.
Facts in books, statistics in encyclopedias, the ability to use them in men's heads.
Tact is the art of making guests feel at home when that's really where you wish they were.
Tact is the art of making guests feel at home when that's really where you wish they were.
Never mistake knowledge for wisdom. One helps you make a living; the other helps you make a life.
Never mistake knowledge for wisdom. One helps you make a living; the other helps you make a life.
We have not yet reached the goal but.. we shall soon, with the help of God, be in sight of read more
We have not yet reached the goal but.. we shall soon, with the help of God, be in sight of the day when poverty shall be banished from this nation.
The live in wisdom who see themselves in all and all in them, who have renounced every selfish desire and read more
The live in wisdom who see themselves in all and all in them, who have renounced every selfish desire and sense craving tormenting the heart.
Tell me not, in mournful numbers,
Life is but an empty dream!
For the soul is dead that slumbers,
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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.
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.
