A couple of years I taught in graduate programs at NYU and Columbia, in the early eighties.
He that feareth is a slave, were he never so rich, were he never so powerful. But he that is without fear is king of all the world.
The great mountains of the world are a great remedy if men but did know it against our modern discontent and ambitions. In the hills is wisdom's fount. They are deep in time.
The harvest of this world is to the resolute, and he that is infirm of purpose is ground betwixt the upper and the nether millstone
Can a woman not keep her lover without she study to always please him with pleasure? Pew! then let her give up the game. Or shall my lover think with pleasing of me to win me indeed? Faugh! he payeth me then; doth he think I am for hire?
The black arrowed swoop of the moment swung high into the unceilinged future, ten, fifty, sixty years, may be: then, past seeing, up to that warmthless unconsidered mock-time, when nothing shall be left but the memorial that fits all (except, if there be, the most unhappiest) of human kind: I was not, I lived and loved, I am not.
We have to be careful of not injecting more uncertainty than economy can handle
So long as men shall be on earth, there will be tasks for them to do. Some way for them to show their worth. Each day shall bring its problems new. And men shall dream of mightier deeds than ever have been done before. There always shall be human needs for men to work and struggle for.
I'm tired of being lied to by government, by the media, and by every corporation I have anything to do with.
We heard no other sounds. We met no other people. We saw only two bright red birds leap startled from the center of the meadow and dart into the woods.