You cannot hammer a girl into anything. She grows as a flower does, she will wither without sun; she will decay in her sheath as a narcissus will if you do not give her air enough; she might fall and defile her head in dust if you leave her without help at some moments in her life; but you cannot fetter her; she must take her own fair form and way if she take any.
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The great world's altar stairs
That slope through darkness up to God.
The great world's altar stairs
That slope through darkness up to God.
Treading beneath their feet all visible things,
As steps that upwards to their Father's throne
Lead gradual.
Treading beneath their feet all visible things,
As steps that upwards to their Father's throne
Lead gradual.
Grows with his growth, and strengthens with his strength.
Grows with his growth, and strengthens with his strength.
Close scrutiny will show that most "crisis situations" are opportunities to either advance, or stay where you are.
Close scrutiny will show that most "crisis situations" are opportunities to either advance, or stay where you are.
All growth depends upon activity. There is no development physically or intellectually without effort, and effort means work.
All growth depends upon activity. There is no development physically or intellectually without effort, and effort means work.
He is of the race of the mushroom; he covers himself altogether
with his head.
[Lat., Fungino genere read more
He is of the race of the mushroom; he covers himself altogether
with his head.
[Lat., Fungino genere est; capite se totum tegit.]
Arts and sciences are not cast in a mould, but are found and
perfected by degrees, by often handling read more
Arts and sciences are not cast in a mould, but are found and
perfected by degrees, by often handling and polishing, as bears
leisurely lick their clubs into shape.
It is not growing like a tree
In bulk, doth make man better be;
Or standing long read more
It is not growing like a tree
In bulk, doth make man better be;
Or standing long an oak, three hundred year,
To fall a log at last, dry, bald, and sere:
A lily of a day
Is fairer far in May,
Although it falls and die that night--
It was the plant and flower of Light.
Then bless thy secret growth, nor catch
At noise, but thrive unseen and dumb;
Keep clean, be read more
Then bless thy secret growth, nor catch
At noise, but thrive unseen and dumb;
Keep clean, be as fruit, earn life, and watch,
Till the white-wing'd reapers come.
