Maxioms by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
O child! O new-born denizen
Of life's great city! on thy head
The glory of morn is read more
O child! O new-born denizen
Of life's great city! on thy head
The glory of morn is shed,
Like a celestial benison!
Here at the portal thou dost stand,
And with thy little hand
Thou openest the mysterious gate
Into the future's undiscovered land.
We judge ourselves by what we feel capable of doing, while others judge us by what we have already done.
We judge ourselves by what we feel capable of doing, while others judge us by what we have already done.
Sculpture is more divine, and more like Nature,
That fashions all her works in high relief,
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Sculpture is more divine, and more like Nature,
That fashions all her works in high relief,
And that is Sculpture. This vast ball, the Earth,
Was moulded out of clay, and baked in fire;
Men, women, and all animals that breathe
Are statues, and not paintings.
The rapture of pursuing is the prize the vanquished gain.
The rapture of pursuing is the prize the vanquished gain.
The human voice is the organ of the soul.
The human voice is the organ of the soul.
