We set up a certain aim, and put ourselves of our own will into the power of a certain current. Once having done that, we find our...selves committed to usages and customs which we had not before fully known, but from which we cannot depart without giving up the end which we have chosen. But we have no right, therefore, to claim that we are under the yoke of necessity. We might as well say that the man whom we see struggling vainly in the current of Niagara could not have helped jumping in.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
There is a Restlessness springing from the consciousness of power not fully utilized, which must be present wherever there is unus...ed power of whatever kind. This is the restlessness of the germ within the seed, struggling upward and downward towards its proper life. ... it is a striving full of pain, the cutting of tender flesh by the fetters of the captive as he struggles against their pitilessness.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
...if you are to gain any great amount of good from the world, you must attain a passive condition of mind. ...it is never to be f...orgotten that it is the rest of the world and not you that holds the great share of the world's wealth, and that you must allow yourself to be acted upon by the world, if you would become a sharer in the gain of all the ages to your own infinite advantage.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
He who receives a great many letters demanding answer, sees himself as if engaged in a hopeless struggle of one man against the re...st of the world.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
A pilgrim I on earth perplext, with sinns, with cares and sorrows vext,... By age and paines brought to decay, and my Clay house mouldring away, Oh how I long to be at rest and soare on high among the blest!LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
God rest you merry, gentlemen, Let nothing you dismay,... For Jesus Christ, our Saviour, Was born upon this day, To save us all from Satan's power When we were gone astray. O tidings of comfort and joy! For Jesus Christ, our Saviour, Was born on Christmas Day.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Sweet is the day of sacred rest; No mortal cares shall seize my breast;... O may my heart in tune be found Like David's harp of solemn sound.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
I think, for the rest of my life, I shall refrain from looking up things. It is the most ravenous time-snatcher I know. You pull o...ne book from the shelf, which carries a hint or a reference that sends you posthaste to another book, and that to successive others. It is incredible, the number of books you hopefully open and disappointedly close, only to take down another with the same result.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »