What is it to grow old? Is it to lose the glory of the form, The lustre of the eye? Is it for Beauty to forego her wreath? Yes; but not this alone.
In the capacious urn of death, every name is shaken. [Lat. , Omne capax movet urna nomen. ]
It is courage, courage, courage, that raises the blood of life to crimson splendor. Live bravely and present a brave front to adversity
Nothing's beautiful from every point of view.
A word once let out of the cage cannot be whistled back again.
It is no great art to say something briefly when, like Tacitus, one has something to say; when one has nothing to say, however, and none the less writes a whole book and makes truth into a liar - that I call an achievement.
Never despair. [Nil desperandum. ]
The student's job is to stay open-minded, to quell the knee-jerk defensiveness we all possess in the face of suggestions for improvement, and to maintain patience when faced with a process that is often slow, confusing, and frustrating.
The purpose and cause of the incarnation was that He might illuminate the world by His wisdom and excite it to the love of Himself.
Planned parenthood" in the social history of the Western countries is, indeed, a phenomenon instrin-sically related to those very changes in peoples attitudes which, on the political plane, have been causing the trend towards economic planning.
Take your life in your own hands, and what happens? A terrible thing: no one to blame.