Robert Tew

Why do the words I want to say, struggle to come out of my mouth. Why does fear have such a grip over me. I shouldn’t have to battle to say all the complimentary things I so desperately want to share. It shouldn’t be this hard, that I have to force myself; it’s wrong that such loving words, should have to be spoken under such duress. I’m aware of how wrong it is, but withholding is all I have known, even though I desire so badly to share my thoughts and feelings with you, as freely as you do with me.

When I hear the hypercritical quarreling about grammar and style, the position of the particles, etc., etc., stretching or contracting every speaker to certain rules of theirs. I see that they forget that the first requisite and rule is that expression shall be vital and natural, as much as the voice of a brute or an interjection: first of all, mother tongue; and last of all, artificial or father tongue. Essentially your truest poetic sentence is as free and lawless as a lamb’s bleat.

Failure is an important part of your growth and developing resilience. Don’t be afraid to fail.

Success usually comes to those who are too busy to be looking for it.

But real action is in silent moments. The epochs of our life are not in the visible facts of our choice of a calling, our marriage, our acquisition of an office, and the like, but in a silent thought by the wayside as we walk; in a thought which revises our entire manner of life, and says.

It is, I fear, but a vain show of fulfilling the heathen precept, Know thyself, and too often leads to a self-estimate which will subsist in the absence of that fruit by which alone the quality of the tree is made evident.

I really do not see much use in exalting the humble and meek; they do not remain humble and meek long when they are exalted.

Not even the Devil can call a woman “Slut” if he is not able to make her fall in love.

It is lamentable, that to be a good patriot one must become the enemy of the rest of mankind.

Wine makes a man more pleased with himself; I do not say it makes him more pleasing to others.

For too long I have silenced my heart, that now, when I give it the opportunity to speak, it no longer remembers its voice. Locked away, it forgot what it’s like to be free; to roam. Imprisoned within loneliness, I fear Stockholm syndrome has developed.

He who is not contented with what he has, would not be contented with what he would like to have.

Criticism should not be querulous and wasting, all knife and root-puller, but guiding, instructive, inspiring.

Equivocation is half-way to lying, and lying the whole way to hell.

The late M. Venizelos observed that in all her wars Englandhe should have said Britain, of coursealways wins one battlethe last.