A man may fish with the worm that hath eat of a king, and eat of
the fish that read more

A man may fish with the worm that hath eat of a king, and eat of
the fish that hath fed of that worm.

Woman is the salvation or the destruction of the family. She carries its destiny in the folds of her mantle.

Woman is the salvation or the destruction of the family. She carries its destiny in the folds of her mantle.

We are but as the instrument of Heaven.
Our work is not design, but destiny.

We are but as the instrument of Heaven.
Our work is not design, but destiny.

Men are what their mothers made them.

Men are what their mothers made them.

The future works out great men's destinies;
The present is enough for common souls,
Who, never looking read more

The future works out great men's destinies;
The present is enough for common souls,
Who, never looking forward, are indeed
Mere clay wherein the footprints of their age
Are petrified forever.

There are certain events which to each man's life are as comets
to the earth, seemingly strange and erratic read more

There are certain events which to each man's life are as comets
to the earth, seemingly strange and erratic portents; distinct
from the ordinary lights which guide our course and mark our
seasons, yet true to their own laws, potent in their own
influences.

Watch your thoughts, for they become words.Watch your words, for they become actions.Watch your actions, for they become habits.Watch your read more

Watch your thoughts, for they become words.Watch your words, for they become actions.Watch your actions, for they become habits.Watch your habits, for they become character.Watch your character, for it becomes your destiny.

We are what we must
And not what we would be. I know that one hour
Assures read more

We are what we must
And not what we would be. I know that one hour
Assures not another. The will and the power
Are diverse.

We shall be winnowed with so rough a wind
That even our corn shall seem as light as chaff
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We shall be winnowed with so rough a wind
That even our corn shall seem as light as chaff
And good from bad find no partition.