I am not much an advocate for traveling, and I observe that men run away to other countries because they are not good in their own, and run back to their own because they pass for nothing in the new places. For the most part, only the light characters travel. Who are you that have no task to keep you at home?
Sir Joshua would have been glad to take her portrait; and he would have had an easier task than the historian at least in this, that he would not have had to represent the truth of change –only to give stability to one beautiful moment.
Time will bring to light whatever is hidden; it will cover up and conceal what is now shining in splendor.
It all depends on you. You can go on sleeping forever, you can wake up right this moment.
For knowledge itself is power.
Such as take lodgings in a head that’s to be let unfurnished.
Wake up, lift your head, open your eyes, and dream. Gaze softly into your heart’s whispers. Notice the pull of your belly and that which makes you come alive. Let your soul speak, beckoning you to embark on that one voyage you can no longer let lie.
For every why he had a wherefore.
None of us will ever accomplish anything excellent or commanding except when he listens to this whisper which is heard by him alone.
That strong mother doesn’t tell her cub Son, stay weak so the wolves can get you’. She says, Toughen up, this is reality we are living in’.
Laws control the lesser man… Right conduct controls the greater one.
When a man is in doubt about this or that in his writing, it will often guide him if he asks himself how it will tell a hundred years hence.
If we had more time for discussion we should probably have made a great many more mistakes.
Therefore if a man look sharply and attentively, he shall see Fortune; for though she be blind, yet she is not invisible.
For what we call illusions are often, in truth, a wider vision of past and present realities – a willing movement of a man’s soul with the larger sweep of the world’s forces –a movement towards a more assured end than the chances of a single life.
Riding a horse is not a gentle hobby, to be picked up and laid down like a game of solitaire. It is a grand passion. It seizes a person whole and once it has done so, he/she will have to accept that his life will be radically changed.
It is the great privilege of poverty to be happy and yet unenvied, to be healthy with physic, secure without a guard, and to obtain from the bounty of nature what the great and wealthy are compelled to procure by the help of art.
A home without a cat-and a well-fed, well-petted and properly revered cat-may be a perfect home, perhaps, but how can it prove title?
Life, an age to the miserable, and a moment to the happy.
Optimism is the madness of insisting that all is well when we are miserable.
Dictators ride to and fro upon tigers which they dare not dismount. And the tigers are getting hungry.
