I am the voice of the voiceless; Through me the dumb shall speak. Till the deaf world's ears be made to hear. The wrongs of the wordless weak. And I am my brothers keeper, And I will fight his fights; And speak the words for beast and bird. Till the world shall set things right.— Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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There's one sad truth in life I've found While journeying east and west - The only folks we really wound Are those we love the best. We flatter those we scarcely know, We please the fleeting guest, And deal full many a thoughtless blow To those who love us best.
The truest greatness lies in being kind, the truest wisdom in a happy mind.
There is no chance, no destiny, no fate, that can circumvent or hinder or control the firm resolve of a determined soul.
Divine the Powers that on this trio wait.
Supreme their conquest, over Time and Fate. Love, Work, and Faith - these three alone are great.
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.
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.
To sin by silence, when they should protest, makes cowards of men.
Always continue the climb. It is possible for you to do whatever you choose, if you first get to know who you are and are willing to work with a power that is greater than ourselves to do it.
A weed is but an unloved flower.
With every deed you are sowing a seed, though the harvest you may not see.
There is no satisfaction that can compare with looking back across the years and finding you've grown in self-control, judgment, generosity, and unselfishness.
The art of being kind is all the world needs.
All love that has not friendship for its base, is like a mansion built upon the sand.
The man who radiates good cheer, who makes life happier wherever he meets it, is always a man of vision and faith.
India - The land of Vedas, the remarkable works contain not only religious ideas for a perfect life, but also facts which science has proved true. Electricity, radium, electronics, airship, all were known to the seers who founded the Vedas.
For an actress to be a success, she must have the face of Venus, the brains of a Minerva, the grace of Terpsichore, the memory of a Macaulay, the figure of Juno, and the hide of a rhinoceros.
It has ever been since time began, and ever will be, till time lose breath, that love is a mood --no more --to man, and love to a woman is life or death.
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.
You may choose your words like a connoisseur, And polish it up with art, But the word that sways, and stirs, and stays, Is the word that comes from the heart.
Let me, tonight look back across the span Twixt dawn and dark, and to my conscience say- Because of some good act to beast or human- The world is better that I lived today.
A pat on the back is only a few vertebrae removed from a kick in the pants, but is miles ahead in results.
I detect more good than evil in humanity.
Love lights more fires than hate extinguishes, And men grow better as the world grows old.
And the smile that is worth the praises of earth is the smile that shines through tears.
I Love your lips when they're wet with wine and red with wicked desire.
I think of death as some delightful journey that I shall take when all my tasks are done.
A poor original is better than a good imitation.
Sweep up the debris of decaying faith;
Sweep down the cobwebs of worn-out out beliefs, And throw your soul wide open to the light of reason and of knowledge. Be not afraid To thrust aside half-truths and grasp the whole.
'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.
Let there be many windows to your soul, that all the glory of the world may beautify it.
The days grow shorter, the nights grow longer, The headstones thicken along the way; And life grows sadder, but love grows stronger For those who walk with us day by day.
And let its meaning permeate each day. Whatever comes, This too shall pass away.
There is no chance, no destiny, no fate, that can hinder or control the firm resolve of a determined soul.
The birds laugh loud and long together When Fashion's followers speed away At the first cool breath of autumn weather. Why, this is the time, cry the birds, to stay! When the deep calm sea and the deep sky over Both look their passion through sun-kissed space, As a blue-eyed maid and her blue-eyed lover Might each gaze into the other's face.
Love is the impulse which directs the world, And all things know it and obey its power. Man, in the maelstrom of his passions whirled; The bee that takes the pollen to the flower; The earth, uplifting her bare, pulsing breast To fervent kisses of the amorous sun;-- Each but obeys creative Love's behest, Which everywhere instinctively is done.
All in the dark we grope along, And if we go amiss We learn at least which path is wrong, And there is gain in this. We do not always win the race By only running right; We have to tread the mountain's base Before we reach its height.
Rejoice, and men will seek you; Grieve, and they turn and go, They want full measure of all your pleasure, But they do not need your woe. Be glad, and your friends are many; Be sad, and you lose them all,-- There are none to decline your nectar'd wine, But alone you must drink life's gall.
For this is wisdom- to love and live To take what fate or the Gods may give, To ask no question, to make no prayer, To kiss the lips and caress the hair, Speed passion's ebb as we greet its flow, To have and to hold, and, in time--let go.
'Tis they who are in their own chambers haunted By thoughts that like unbidden guests intrude, And sit down, uninvited and unwanted, And make a nightmare of the solitude.
One ship drives east and another drives west With the selfsame winds that blow.
Tis the set of the sails And not the gales Which tells us the way to go. Like the winds of the seas are the ways of fate, As we voyage along through the life: Tis the set of a soul That decides its goal, And not the calm or the strife.
Talk happiness. The world is sad enough without your woe. No path is wholly rough.
It stands in the light transfigured, It speaks from the heights above, "Each Soul Is Its Own Redeemer; There Is No Law But Love."
'Tis the set of the sail that decides the goal, and not the storm of life.
Day's sweetest moments are at dawn.
When the heart grows weary, all things seem dreary;
When the burden grows heavy, the way seems long. Thank God for sending kind death as an ending, Like a grand Amen to a minor song.
Say you are well, or all is well with you, and God shall hear your words and make them true.
With care, and skill, and cunning art, She parried Time's malicious dart, And kept the years at bay, Till passion entered in her heart and aged her in a day!
The world has a thousand creeds, and never a one have I;
Nor church of my own, though a million spires are pointing the way on high. But I float on the bosom of faith, that bears me along like a river; And the lamp of my soul is alight with love, for life, and the world, and the Giver.
Back on its golden hinges The gate of Memory swings, And my heart goes into the garden And walks with the olden things.
For here lies the pleasure of living: In taking God's bounties, and giving The gifts back again.