O may I join the choir invisible
Of those immortal dead who live again
In minds made better by their presence; live
In pulses stirred to generosity,
In deeds of daring rectitude, in scorn
For miserable aims that end with self.
In thoughts sublime that pierce the night like stars,
And with their mild persistence urge man's search
To vaster issues.
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No life
Can be pure in its purpose or strong in its strife
And all life not read more
No life
Can be pure in its purpose or strong in its strife
And all life not be purer and stronger thereby.
Even here Thy strong magnetic charms I feel,
And pant and tremble like the amorous steel.
To read more
Even here Thy strong magnetic charms I feel,
And pant and tremble like the amorous steel.
To lower good, and beauties less divine,
Sometimes my erroneous needle does incline;
But yet (so strong the sympathy)
It turns, and points again to Thee.
He who influences the thoughts of his times, influences all the times that follow. He has made his impress on read more
He who influences the thoughts of his times, influences all the times that follow. He has made his impress on eternity.
The future influences the present just as much as the past.
The future influences the present just as much as the past.
There is no such thing as a good influence. Because to influence a person is to give him one's own read more
There is no such thing as a good influence. Because to influence a person is to give him one's own soul. He does not think his natural thoughts, or burn with his natural passions. His virtures are not real to him. His sins, if there are such thing as sins, are borrowed. He becomes an echo of someone else's music, an actor of a part that has not been written for him.
We all take different paths in life, but no matter where we go, we take a little of each other read more
We all take different paths in life, but no matter where we go, we take a little of each other everywhere.
By the golden chain Homer meant nothing else than the sun.
By the golden chain Homer meant nothing else than the sun.
Nor knowest thou what argument
Thy like to thy neighbor's creed has lent,
All are needed by read more
Nor knowest thou what argument
Thy like to thy neighbor's creed has lent,
All are needed by each one;
Nothing is fair or good alone.
If it were in my power, I would be wiser; but a newly felt power
carries me off in read more
If it were in my power, I would be wiser; but a newly felt power
carries me off in spite of myself; love leads me one way, my
understanding another.
[Lat., Si possem sanior essem.
Sed trahit invitam nova vis; aliudque Cupido,
Mens aliud.]
