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A poor original is better than a good imitation.

The loves of men but vary in degrees
They find no new expression for the flame.

To sin by silence, when they should protest, makes cowards of men.

God sent us here to make mistakes

Keep out of the past. It is haunted.

That each sorrow has its purpose, By the sorrowing oft unguessed, But as sure as the sun brings morning, Whatever is-is best.

Why, even Death stands still and waits an hour for such a will.

The two kinds of people on earth are the people who lift and the people who lean.

Always continue to climb.

When we tire of well-worn ways, we seek for new. This restless craving in the souls of men spurs them to climb, and to seek the mountain view.

I know there are no errors, In the great Eternal plan.

There is no chance, no destiny, no fate, that can circumvent, or hinder or control the firm resolve of a determined soul.

Life is a garden forever in flower.

We waste half our strength in a useless regretting; We sit by old tombs in the dark too long.

No fate could rob us of our own
No circumstance can make it less;
What time removes was but a loan,
For what was ours we still possess.

The splendid discontent of God With chaos made the world. And from the discontent of man The worlds best progress springs.

This dream of our youth will fade out as the splendor Fades from the skies when the sun sinks to sleep.

Who climbs the mountain does not always climb.The winding road slants downward many a time;Yet each descent is higher than the last.

Trust in your own untried capacity.

The spark divine dwells in thee: let it grow.

I was as pure as the morning When I first looked on your face; I knew I never could reach you In your high, exalted place ...

Love is a spy who is plotting treason, In league with that warm, red rebel, the Heart.

It stands in the light transfigured, It speaks from the heights above, "Each Soul Is Its Own Redeemer; There Is No Law But Love."

Content is not the pathway to great deeds.

The man who radiates good cheer, who makes life happier wherever he meets it, is always a man of vision and faith.

All roads that lead to God are good.

And however dark the skies may appear, And however souls may blunder, I tell you it all will work out clear, For good lies over and under.

Life is too short for aught but high endeavor.

All the past is not worth one today.

'Tis easy enough to be pleasant, When life flows along like a song; But the man worth while is the one who will smile when everything goes dead wrong.

The world needs divine power in every human being the recognition of which is the secret to all success and happiness

Distrust that man who tells you to distrust. He takes the measure of his own small soul, and thinks the world no larger.

There is no sudden entrance into Heaven.
Slow is the ascent by the path of Love.

Just a little every day That's the way Children learn to read and write Bit by bit and mite by mite.

Change is the watchword of progression.

We laugh, we weep, we hope, we fear,And that's the burden of a year.

How fleeting the sorrows of youth, how slight the foundations on which the young build towers of despair

Do you wish the world were better? Let me tell you what to do: Set a watch upon your actions, Keep them always straight and true ...

Gifts count for nothing; will alone is great; All things give way before it, soon or late.

There is no language that love does not speak.

Before night something beautiful will happen to change everything.

It is time that outraged public sentiment cry out in detestation of the outrages committed in the name of religion.

Divine the Powers that on this trio wait.
Supreme their conquest, over Time and Fate.
Love, Work, and Faith - these three alone are great.

We ought to make the moments notes Of happy glad Thanksgiving; The hours and days, a silent praise Of music we are living.

Let there be many windows to your soul, that all the glory of the world may beautify it.

The sin and the shame and the sorrow, The crime and the want and the woe That are born there in your workshop, No hand can paint, you know ...

So many gods, so many creeds, So many paths that wind and wind, While just the art of being kind Is all the sad world needs.

Whatever is a cruel wrong, Whatever is unjust, The honest years that speed along Will trample in the dust ...

Oh! I know this truth, if I know no other, That passionate Love is Pain's own mother.

Who would attain to summits still and fair,Must nerve himself through valleys of despair.

Come, cuddle your head on my shoulder, dear, your head like the golden rod, and we will go sailing away from here to the beautiful Land Of Nod.

To be able to enjoy heaven, one must learn first to enjoy earth.

Whatever is ... is best.

High in the heavens I saw the moon this morning, Albeit the sun shone bright; Unto my soul it spoke, in voice of warning, "Remember Night!"

Love lights more fire than hate extinguishes.

Don't look for flaws as you go through life and even when you find them it is wise and kind to be somewhat blind, and look for the virtue behind them.

Talk faith. The world is better off without, Your uttered ignorance and morbid doubt.

One ship drives east and other drives west by the same winds that blow. It's the set of the sails and not the gales that determines the way they go.

No one will grieve because your lips are dumb.

Talk happiness. The world is sad enough
Without your woe. No path is wholly rough.

Let us clear a little space, And make Love a burial-place. He is dead, dear, as you see, And he wearies you and me.

Love much. Earth has enough of bitter in it.

I knew it the first of the summer, I knew it the same at the end, That you and your love were plighted, But couldn't you be my friend?

Say you are well, or all is well with you, and God shall hear your words and make them true.

The art of being kind is all the world needs.

Do not miss the purpose of this life, and do not wait for circumstance to mold or change you fate.

Time loves a new lay; and the dirge he is playing
Will change for you soon to a livelier strain.

And let its meaning permeate
Whatever comes, This too shall pass away.

God made poor woman with no heart, But gave her skill, and tact, and art, And so she lives, and plays her part. We must not blame, but pity her ...

Hide in your heart a bitter thought, Still it has power to blight; Think Love, although you speak it not It gives the world more light.

Love moves the world along.

I love your lips when they're wet with wine and red with wicked desire

No path is wholly rough.

Do you wish the world were happy? Then remember day by day, just to scatter seeds of kindness as you pass along the way ...

This world is a vaporous jest at best, Tossed off by the gods in laughter, And a cruel attempt at wit were it, If nothing better came after.

Good music is wine turned to sound

There is nothing ridiculous in love.

Talk not of the river or lake To those who have looked on the sea.

Cry and you'll cry alone, Laugh and the world will laugh with you.

Time is the best avenger.

Give thy love freely, do not count the cost: So beautiful a thing was never lost.

Even so We find the sea of sorrow. Black as night The sullen surface meets our frightened gaze, As down we sink to darkness and despair ...

Feast, and your halls are crowded Fast, and the world goes by Succeed and give, and it helps you live But no man can help you die

A day which passed without a poem from my pen I considered lost and misused.

And the smile that is worth the praises of earth is the smile that shines through tears.

It is easy to tell the toiler How best he can carry his pack But no one can rate a burden's weight Until it has been on his back

You never can tell when you send a word, Like an arrow shot from a bow By an archer blind, be it cruel or kind, Just where it may chance to go!

To sin by silence, when we should protest, Makes cowards out of men.

With every deed you are sowing a seed, though the harvest you may not see.

For every hour of pain I have had a day of pleasure. For every moment of worry, an hour of content.

How happy they are, in all seeming, How gay, or how smilingly proud, How brightly their faces are beaming, These people who make up the crowd!

Time sped. And the poet through sorrow Became like his suffering kind. Again he toiled over his poems To lighten the grief of his mind ...

Thank Fate for foes! I hold mine dear As valued friends. He cannot know The zest of life who runneth here His earthly race without a foe ...

The dark today leads into light tomorrow. There is no endless joy, and yet no endless sorrow.

There is no balking genius. Only death can silence it or hinder.

Thou canst not force my soul to wish thee ill, That is the only evil that can kill.

But though that place I never gain,
Herein lies comfort for my pain:
I will be worthy of it.

No question is ever settled until it is settled right.

There is room in the halls of pleasure for a large and lordly train, but one by one we must all file on through the narrow aisles of pain.

Through strife the slumbering soul awakes, We learn on error's troubled route The truths we could not prize without The sorrow of our sad mistakes.