The pleasantest things in the world are pleasant thoughts, and the great art in life is to have as many of them as possible.—Bovée.
The pleasantest things in the world are pleasant thoughts, and the great art in life is to have as many of them as possible.
—Bovée.
To get peace, if you do want it, make for yourselves nests of pleasant thoughts. None of us yet knows, for none of us has been taught in early youth, what fairy palaces we may build of beautiful thoughts—proof against all adversity. Bright fancies, satisfied memories, noble histories, faithful sayings, treasure-houses of precious and restful thoughts, which care cannot disturb, nor pain make gloomy, nor poverty take away from us—houses built without hands for our souls to live in.
—Ruskin.
I saw the mountains standSilent, wonderful, and grand,Looking out across the landWhen the golden light was fallingOn distant dome and spire;And I heard a low voice calling,“Come up higher, come up higher,From the lowland and the mire,From the mist of earth desire,From the vain pursuit of pelf,From the attitude of self;Come up higher, come up higher.”
I saw the mountains standSilent, wonderful, and grand,Looking out across the landWhen the golden light was fallingOn distant dome and spire;And I heard a low voice calling,“Come up higher, come up higher,From the lowland and the mire,From the mist of earth desire,From the vain pursuit of pelf,From the attitude of self;Come up higher, come up higher.”
I saw the mountains standSilent, wonderful, and grand,Looking out across the landWhen the golden light was fallingOn distant dome and spire;And I heard a low voice calling,“Come up higher, come up higher,From the lowland and the mire,From the mist of earth desire,From the vain pursuit of pelf,From the attitude of self;Come up higher, come up higher.”
I saw the mountains stand
Silent, wonderful, and grand,
Looking out across the land
When the golden light was falling
On distant dome and spire;
And I heard a low voice calling,
“Come up higher, come up higher,
From the lowland and the mire,
From the mist of earth desire,
From the vain pursuit of pelf,
From the attitude of self;
Come up higher, come up higher.”
—James G. Clarke.
The thrift of time will repay in after life with usury of profit beyond your most sanguine dreams, and waste of it will make you dwindle alike in intellectual and moral stature beyond your darkest reckoning.
—Gladstone.
Never bear more than one kind of trouble at a time. Some people bear three—all they have had, all they have now, and all they expect to have.
—Edward Everett Hale.
Age is opportunity no lessThan youth itself, though in another dress;And as the evening twilight fades awayThe sky is filled with stars invisible by day.
Age is opportunity no lessThan youth itself, though in another dress;And as the evening twilight fades awayThe sky is filled with stars invisible by day.
Age is opportunity no lessThan youth itself, though in another dress;And as the evening twilight fades awayThe sky is filled with stars invisible by day.
Age is opportunity no less
Than youth itself, though in another dress;
And as the evening twilight fades away
The sky is filled with stars invisible by day.
—Longfellow.
If there is any person to whom you feel dislike, that is the person of whom you ought never to speak.
—R. Cecil.
The great thing in the world is not so much where we stand, as in what direction we are moving.
—Oliver Wendell Holmes.
In nature there is no blemish but the mind;—none can be called deformed but the unkind.
—Shakespeare.
“You never can tell what your thoughts will do,In bringing you hate or love;For thoughts are things, and their airy wingsAre swifter than carrier doves.They follow the law of the universe,—Each thing must create its kind;And they speed o’er the track to bring you backWhatever went out from your mind.”
“You never can tell what your thoughts will do,In bringing you hate or love;For thoughts are things, and their airy wingsAre swifter than carrier doves.They follow the law of the universe,—Each thing must create its kind;And they speed o’er the track to bring you backWhatever went out from your mind.”
“You never can tell what your thoughts will do,In bringing you hate or love;For thoughts are things, and their airy wingsAre swifter than carrier doves.They follow the law of the universe,—Each thing must create its kind;And they speed o’er the track to bring you backWhatever went out from your mind.”
“You never can tell what your thoughts will do,
In bringing you hate or love;
For thoughts are things, and their airy wings
Are swifter than carrier doves.
They follow the law of the universe,—
Each thing must create its kind;
And they speed o’er the track to bring you back
Whatever went out from your mind.”
Do the duty which lies nearest thee, which thou knowest to be a duty. Thy second duty will already have become clearer.
—Carlyle.
We need a revival of the individual. The question is not, What are they doing?—but, What am I doing? Not, Why do you not do this, that, or the other?—but, Why am not I doing this, that, or the other?
—Jenkin Lloyd Jones.
That man is blessed who every day is permitted to behold anything so pure and serene as the western sky at sunset, while revolutions vex the world.
—Henry D. Thoreau.
There’s life alone in duty done,And rest alone in striving.
There’s life alone in duty done,And rest alone in striving.
There’s life alone in duty done,And rest alone in striving.
There’s life alone in duty done,
And rest alone in striving.
—Whittier.
It is a matter of economy to be happy, to view life and all its conditions from the brightest angle; it enables one to seize life at its very best. It expands the soul.
—H. W. Dresser.
To educate the heart, one must be willing to go out of himself, and to come into loving contact with Others.
—James Freeman Clarke.
Associate reverently, and as much as you can, with your loftiest thought.
—Henry D. Thoreau.