One brave deed makes no hero.

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.

Now I see that going out into the testing ground of men it is the tongue and not the deed that wins the day.

Neither gods nor men can foresee when an evil deed will bear its fruit.

The smallest deed is better than the grandest intention.

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

In the final analysis there is no other solution to man's progress but the day's honest work, the day's honest decision, the day's generous utterances, and the day's good deed.

How far that little candle throws its beams! So shines a good deed in a naughty world.

It is a good deed to forget a poor joke.

A good deed never goes unpunished.

The deed is everything, the glory is naught.

One brave deed makes no hero.

While we are living in the present, we must celebrate life every day, knowing that we are becoming history with every work, every action, every deed.

Western history has been a history of deed done, actions performed and results achieved.

It is futile to judge a kind deed by its motives. Kindness can become its own motive. We are made kind by being kind.

The last temptation is the greatest treason: to do the right deed for the wrong reason.

No baseness or cruelty of treason so deep or so tragic shall enter our human world, but that loyal love shall be able in due time to oppose to just that deed of treason its fitting deed of atonement.

The purpose firm is equal to the deed.