Within the book and volume of thy brain.
Point thy tongue on the anvil of truth.
Pride thyself on what virtue thou hast, and not on thy parentage.
Though thou art far away, thy rays are on Earth; Though thou art in their faces, no one knows thy going.
Time is lord of thee: Thy wealth, thy glory, and thy name are his.
Do anything but love; or if thou lovest and art a woman, hide thy love from him whom thou dost worship; never let him know how dear he is; flit like a bird before him; lead him from tree to tree, from flower to flower; but be not won, or thou wilt, like that bird, when caught and caged, be left to pine neglected and perish in forgetfulness.
Freedom is not something that one people can bestow on another as a gift. Thy claim it as their own and none can keep it from them.
true apothecary thy drugs art quick
In a drear-nighted December, Too happy, happy brook, Thy bubblings ne'er remember Apollo's summer look; But with a sweet forgetting, They stay their crystal fretting, Never, never petting About the frozen time.
We should say to God as we mingle with our dear ones each day, "God, give them each Thy blessing. They need it, because they live with me, and I am very selfish and unwilling to sacrifice very much for them, although I do love them.
Lord, how Thou dost afflict Thy lovers!
The world is not thy friend, nor the world's law. - Romeo
But an old age serene and bright, and lovely as a Lapland night, shall lead thee to thy grave.
He has told us to pray, 'Thy will be done on earth, as it is in heaven' (Matthew 6:10). And if we have ever prayed that prayer and meant it-even once-we have ourselves shut the door on thousands of things for which we might foolishly ask.
And to thy husband's will Thine shall submit; he over thee shall rule.
I have now reigned above fifty years in victory and peace, beloved by my subjects, dreaded by my enemies, and respected by my allies. Riches and honors, power and pleasure, have waited on my call, nor does any earthly blessing appear to be wanting for my felicity. In this situation, I have diligently numbered the days of pure and genuine happiness which have fallen to my lot: they amount to fourteen. O man, place not thy confidence in this present world!
Death where is thy sting? Love, where is thy glory?
My Brethren if thou endure thy trials well though shalt be exalted.
New York, thy name is irreverence and hyperbole. And grandeur.
Feeling weightless. . . it's so many things together. A feeling of pride, of healthy solitude, of dignified freedom from everything that's dirty, sticky. You feel exquisitely comfortable. . . and you feel you have so much energy, such an urge to do things, such an ability to do things. And you work well, yes, you think well, without sweat, without difficulty as if the biblical curse in the sweat of thy face and in sorrow no longer exists, As if you've been born again.