If we are forced, at every hour, to watch or listen to horrible events, this constant stream of ghastly impressions read more

If we are forced, at every hour, to watch or listen to horrible events, this constant stream of ghastly impressions will deprive even the most delicate among us of all respect for humanity.

Vitanda est improba Siren Desidia. (That shameful Siren, sloth, is ever to be avoided.)

Vitanda est improba Siren Desidia. (That shameful Siren, sloth, is ever to be avoided.)

Character cannot be developed in ease and quiet. Only through experience of trial and suffering can the soul be strengthened, read more

Character cannot be developed in ease and quiet. Only through experience of trial and suffering can the soul be strengthened, vision cleared, ambition inspired, and success achieved.

Many men build as cathedrals were built, the part nearest the
ground finished; but that part which soars toward read more

Many men build as cathedrals were built, the part nearest the
ground finished; but that part which soars toward heaven, the
turrets and the spires, forever incomplete.

Even the roughest character, underneath all that hurt, is someone who wants to love and be loved.

Even the roughest character, underneath all that hurt, is someone who wants to love and be loved.

We are firm believers in the maxim that, for all right judgment
of any man or thing, it is read more

We are firm believers in the maxim that, for all right judgment
of any man or thing, it is useful, nay, essential, to see his
good qualities before pronouncing on his bad.

And these things, brethren, I have in a figure transferred to
myself and to Apollos for your sakes; that read more

And these things, brethren, I have in a figure transferred to
myself and to Apollos for your sakes; that ye might learn in us
not to think of men above that which is written, that no one of
you be puffed up for one against another.

He lives the poetry that he cannot write. The others write the poetry that they dare not realise.

He lives the poetry that he cannot write. The others write the poetry that they dare not realise.

Your father used to come home to my mother, and why may not I be
a chippe of the read more

Your father used to come home to my mother, and why may not I be
a chippe of the same block out of which you two were cutte?