See how today's achievement is...

See how today's achievement is only tomorrow's confusion;See how possession always cheapens the thing that was precious.

Each one of us must suffer lon...

Each one of us must suffer long to himself before he can learn that he is but one in a great community of wretchedness which has been pitilessly repeating itself from the foundation of the world.

By beauty of course I mean tru...

By beauty of course I mean truth, for the one involves the other; it is only the false in art which is ugly, and it is only the ugly that is universal.

Why art thou but a nest of glo...

Why art thou but a nest of gloom
While the bobolinks are singing?

It's a curious thing, this thi...

It's a curious thing, this thing we call civilization...we think it is an affair of epochs, and nations. It's really an affair of individuals. One brother will be civilized and the other a barbarian...All civilization comes through literature now, especially in our country. A Greek got his civilization by talking and looking, and in some measure a Parisian may still do it. But we, who live remote from history and monuments, we must read or we must barbarise.

The book which you read from a...

The book which you read from a sense of duty, or because for any reason you must, does not commonly make friends with you.

I wonder why we hate the past ...

I wonder why we hate the past so.

Christ and the life of Christ ...

Christ and the life of Christ is at this moment inspiring the literature of the world as never before, and raising it up a witness against waste and want and war. It may confess Him, as in Tolstoi's work it does, or it may deny Him, but it cannot exclude Him; and in the degree that it ignores His spirit, modern literature is artistically inferior. In other words, all good literature is now Christmas literature.

n artistic atmosphere does not...

n artistic atmosphere does not create artists a literary atmosphere does not create literators; poets and painters spring up where there was never a verse made or a picture seen. This suggests that God is no more idle now than He was at the beginning, but that He is still and forever shaping the human chaos into the instruments and means of beauty.

The wrecks of slavery are fast...

The wrecks of slavery are fast growing a fungus crop of sentiment.

In Europe life is histrionic a...

In Europe life is histrionic and dramatized, and in America, except when it is trying to be European, it is direct and sincere.

Lord, for the erring thoughtNo...

Lord, for the erring thoughtNot into evil wrought:Lord, for the wicked willBetrayed and baffled still:For the heart from itself kept,Our thanksgiving accept.

Wisdom and goodness are twin-b...

Wisdom and goodness are twin-born, one heart must hold both sisters, never seen apart.

Lord, for the erring thought

Lord, for the erring thought
Not unto evil wrought:
Lord, for the wicked will
Betrayed, and baffled still:
For the heart from itself kept,
Our thanksgiving accept.
For ignorant hopes that were
Broken to our blind prayer:
For pain, death, sorrow, sent
Unto our chastisement:
For all loss of seeming good,
Quicken our gratitude.

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The disposition to give a cup ...

The disposition to give a cup of cold water to a disciple is a far nobler property than the finest intellect. Satan has a fine intellect, but not the image of God.

Do not trouble yourselves abou...

Do not trouble yourselves about standards or ideals; but try to be faithful and natural: remember that there is no greatness, no beauty, which does not come from truth to your own knowledge of things; and keep on working, even if your work is not long remembered.

I know, indeed, of nothing mor...

I know, indeed, of nothing more subtly satisfying and cheering than a knowledge of the real good will and appreciation of others. Such happiness does not come with money, nor does it flow from fine physical state. It cannot be brought. But it is the keenest joy, after all; and the toiler's truest and best reward.

We are creatures of the moment...

We are creatures of the moment; we live from one little space to another, and only one interest at a time fills these.

Out of the fragrant heart of b...

Out of the fragrant heart of bloom, The bobolinks are singing; Out of the fragrant heart of bloom The apple-tree whispers to the room, 'Why art thou but a nest of gloom While the bobolinks are singing?

Inequality is as dear to the A...

Inequality is as dear to the American heart as liberty itself.