I'll lift you and you lift me, and we'll both ascend together.

When faith is lost, when honor dies, the man is dead.

All the windows of my heart I open to the day.

One brave deed makes no hero.

Peace hath higher tests of manhood, than battle ever knew.

God's colors all are fast.

Tradition wears a snowy beard, romance is always young.

For all sad words of tongue and pen, The saddest are these, 'It might have been'.

I'll lift you and you lift me, and we'll both ascend together.

From the death of the old the new proceeds, and the life of truth from the death of creeds.

It is no use trying to sum people up. One must follow hints, not exactly what is said, nor yet entirely what is done.

Beauty seen is never lost, God's colors all are fast.

As a small businessperson, you have no greater leverage than the truth.

The smile of God is victory.

You don't always win your battles, but it's good to know you fought.

Before me, even as behind, God is, and all is well.

Give fools their gold, and knaves their power; let fortune's bubbles rise and fall; who sows a field, or trains a flower, or plants a tree, is more than all.

The best of a book is not the thought which it contains, but the thought which it suggests; just as the charm of music dwells not in the tones but in the echoes of our hearts.

You dont always win your battles but its good to know you fought.

For all sad words of tongue and pen the saddest are these It might have been.

A little smile a word of cheer A bit of love from someone near A little gift from one held dear Best wishes for the coming year. These make a merry christmas

A faint blush melting through the light of thy transparent cheek like a rose leaf bathed in dew.

Oh for boyhoods painless play sleep that wakes in laughing day health that mocks the doctors rules knowledge never learned of schools.

The sun that brief December day Rose cheerless over hills of gray And darkly circled gave at noon A sadder light than waning moon.

Yet, in the maddening maze of things, And tossed by storm and flood, To one fixed trust my spirit clings; I know that God is good!

And close at hand, the basket stood With nuts from brown October's wood.

Peace hath higher tests of manhood than battle ever knew.

Rest if you must, but never quit.

For of all sad words of tongue or pen, The saddest are these: 'It might have been!

For all sad words of tongue and pen, the saddest are these, "It might have been."

Swan flocks of lilies shoreward lying, In sweetness, not in music, dying.

The windows of my soul I throw wide open to the sun.

Of all sad words of tongue or pen, the saddest are these, 'It might have been.

It is not the cares of today but the cares of tomorrow that weigh a man down.

Any time an investment company has to spend heavily on advertising, it's probably a bad business in which to invest.

What is fear after all? It is indecision. You seek some way to resist, escape. There is none.

I don't want to be overly philosophical, but I think there are things you earn for yourself as you go.

Whatever needs to be maintained through force is doomed.

All are lunatics, but he who can analyze his delusions is called a philosopher.

I think it's unfortunate to have critics for friends.

I feel like my work has been my path to freedom from having grown up in a segregated environment.

I try to work and enjoy life, and that's about all.

To achieve, you need thought. You have to know what you are doing and that's real power.

Even when November's sun is low and Winter flaps his fleecy wings, Thy gold among his silvery snow a solace in the sadness brings.

A whale in the shallow water of the River Thames is like a human lost in the heat of the Sahara desert.

My only concern was to get home after a hard days work.

For me, surfing is as close a connection I can have with Mother Nature. To surf, you're riding a pulse of energy from Mother Nature. And it's strong. It's real. It's there. And you're dancing with that. You're connecting with that. You're might be the only person in the history of the universe that connects with that particular pulse of energy.

Knowing that you're the one who's been rejected, God it makes you feel isolated. I defy anybody not to be a bit upset. I felt as though I'd walked into the house trailing all this baggage.

With some writers, the script looks beautiful on the page, but nobody actually speaks like that.