Here lies interred in the eternity of the past, from whence there is no resurrection for the days--whatever there may be for the d...ust--the thirty-third year of an ill-spent life, which, after a lingering disease of many months sank into a lethargy, and expired, January 22d, 1821, A.D. leaving a successor inconsolable for the very loss which occasioned its existence.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Aesop, that great man, saw his master making water as he walked. "What!" he said, "Must we void ourselves as we run?" Use our time... as best we may, yet a great part of it will still be idly and ill spent.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
A broad consensus exists that Lincoln was more eloquent than Davis in expressing war aims, more successful in communicating with t...he people, more skillful as a political leader in keeping factions working together for the war effort, better able to endure criticism and work with his critics to achieve a common goal. Lincoln was flexible, pragmatic, with a sense of humor to smooth relationships and help him survive the stress of his job; Davis was austere, rigid, humorless, with the type of personality that readily made enemies. Lincoln had a strong physical constitution; Davis suffered ill health and was frequently prostrated with illness. Lincoln picked good administrative subordinates (with some exceptions) and knew how to delegate authority to them; Davis went through five secretaries of war in four years; he spent a great deal of time and energy on petty administrative details that he should have left to subordinates. A disputatious man, Davis sometimes seemed to prefer winning an argument to winning the war; Lincoln was happy to lose an argument if it would help him win the war.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
All my life I have lived and behaved very much like [the] sandpiper--just running down the edges of different countries and contin...ents, "looking for something" ... having spent most of my life timorously seeking for subsistence along the coastlines of the world.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Jack and Joan they think no ill, But loving live, and merry still;... Do their week-days' work, and pray Devoutly on the holy day; Skip and trip it on the green, And help to choose the Summer Queen;LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
When I consider how my light is spent, Ere half my days, in this dark world and wide,... And that one talent which is death to hide Lodged with me useless, though my soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker, and present My true account, lest he returning chide, "Doth God exact day labor, light denied?" I fondly ask; by Patience, to prevent That murmur, soon replies: "God doth not need Either man's work or his own gifts; who best Bear his mild yoke, they serve him best. His state Is kingly: thousands at his bidding speed And post o'er land and ocean without rest. They also serve who only stand and wait."LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
A woman moved is like a fountain troubled. Muddy, ill-seeming, thick, bereft of beauty,... And while it is so, none so dry or thirsty Will deign to sip or touch one drop of it.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »