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He is at no end of his actions blest
Whose ends will make greatest and not best.
He is at no end of his actions blest
Whose ends will make greatest and not best.
The only thing necessary for the triumph of evil is for good men
to do nothing.
The only thing necessary for the triumph of evil is for good men
to do nothing.
Things won are done, joy's soul lies in the doing.
Things won are done, joy's soul lies in the doing.
I'm a woman of very few words, but lots of action.
I'm a woman of very few words, but lots of action.
I have been impressed with the urgency of doing. Knowing is not enough; we must apply. Being willing is not read more
I have been impressed with the urgency of doing. Knowing is not enough; we must apply. Being willing is not enough; we must do.
It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where read more
It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood, who strives valiantly; who errs and comes short again and again; because there is not effort without error and shortcomings; but who does actually strive to do the deed; who knows the great enthusiasm, the great devotion, who spends himself in a worthy cause, who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement and who at the worst, if he fails, at least he fails while daring greatly. So that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who know neither victory nor defeat.
If you only do what you know you can do- you never do very much.
If you only do what you know you can do- you never do very much.
Man is his own star, and the soul that can
Render an honest and a perfect man,
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Man is his own star, and the soul that can
Render an honest and a perfect man,
Commands all light, all influence, all fate,
Nothing to him falls early or too late.
Our acts, our angles are, or good or ill,
Our fatal shadows that walk by us still.
