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Everything comes to him who waits.
Topic: Patience
Author: Proverb
Most men are bad.
Topic: Character
Victory; a matter of staying power.
Topic: Victory
Endurance is not just the ability to bear a hard thing, but to turn it into glory.
Topic: Sports
And who in time knows whither we may vent the treasure of our tongue, to what strange shores this gain of our best glories shall be sent, 't unknowing Nations with our stores? What worlds in the yet unformed Occident may come refined with the accents that are ours?
Topic: Language
If a man will begin with certainties, he shall end in doubts, but if he will be content to begin with doubts, he shall end in certainties.
Topic: Existence
I hope to leave my children a sense of empathy and pity and a will to right social wrongs.
Topic: Empathy
The feasant hens of Colchis, which have two ears as it were consisting of feathers, which they will set up and lay down as they list.
Topic: Pheasants
There are eyes half defiant, Half meek and compliant; Black eyes, with a wondrous, witching charm To bring us good or to work with harm.
Topic: Eyes
Author: Phoebe Cary
My hat is in the ring.
Topic: Zeal
I don't want life to imitate art. I want life to be art.
Shall I bend low, and in a bondman's key, With bated breath and whispering humbleness. -The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 3.
you're not just whistling Dixie!
Topic: Cliches
Author: Unknown
It is the silence between the notes that makes the music; it is the space between the bars that holds the tiger.
Author: Old Saying
How often we look upon God as our last and feeblest resource! We go to Him because we have nowhere else to go. And then we learn that the storms of life have driven us, not upon the rocks, but into the desired haven.
Responsibility is what awaits outside the Eden of Creativity.
Topic: Advice
A king's castle is his home.
Topic: Cliches
Author: Unknown
But every fool describes, in these bright days, His wondrous journey to some foreign court, And spawns his quarto, and demands your praise,-- Death to his publisher, to him 'tis sport.
Topic: Authorship
Author: Lord Byron
Ah, ah, Cytherea! Adonis is dead. She wept tear after tear, with the blood which was shed,-- And both turned into flowers for the earth's garden-close; Her tears, to the wind-flower,--his blood, to the rose.
Topic: Flowers
Happiness comes through doors you didn't even know you left open.
Topic: Happiness
Author: Anonymous