Edward Everett Hale (April 3, 1822 – June 10, 1909) was an American author, historian, and Unitarian minister.
Friendship is one of the greatest luxuries of life.
I am only one, but I am one. I cannot do everything, but I can do something. And I will not let what I cannot do interfere with what I can do. And by the grace of God, I will.
In the pure mathematics we contemplate absolute truths which existed in the divine mind before the morning stars sang together, and which will continue to exist there when the last of their radiant host shall have fallen from heaven.
You shall not pile, with servile toil, Your monuments upon my breast, Nor yet within the common soil Lay down the wreck of power to rest, Where man can boast that he has trod On him that was "the scourge of God. "
Make it your habit not to be critical about small things.
No gilded dome swells from the lowly roof to catch the morning or evening beam; but the love and gratitude of united America settle upon it in one eternal sunshine. From beneath that humble roof went forth the intrepid and unselfish warrior, the magistrate who knew no glory but his country's good; to that he returned, happiest when his work was done. There he lived in noble simplicity, there he died in glory and peace.
War - hard apprenticeship of freedom.
You and I must not complain if our plans break down if we have done our part. That probably means that the plans of One who knows more than we do have succeeded.
The making of friends, who are real friends, is the best token we have of a man's success in life.
He loved his country as no other man has loved her, but no man deserved less at her hands.
For all mankind that unstained scroll unfurled, Where God might write anew the story of the World.
The church itself has got to go outside of its own borders and carry the Gospel to every creature, or it is no church of Christ; and any mutual improvement club which thinks that by reading its Shakespeare, or by acting its pretty tableaux, or by having this or that little reading from Spenser and from Chaucer, it is going to lift itself up into any higher order of culture or life, is wholly mistaken, unless as an essential part of its duty, it goes out into the world, finds those that are falling down, and lifts them up to the majesty of freemen, who are sons of God.
Behind all these men you have to do with, behind officers, and government, and people even, there is the country herself, your country, and. . . you belong to her as you belong to your own mother. Stand by her, boy, as you would stand by your mother.
Wise anger is like fire from a flint: there is great ado to get it out; and when it does come, it is out again immediately.
I can't do everything, but that won't stop me from doing the little I can do.
I know I am only one, but I am one, and just because I'm one should not stop me from
Take time enough for your meals, and eat them in company whenever you can. There is no need for hurry in life—least of all when we are eating.
I will not refuse to do the something I can do.
'Do you pray for the senators, Dr. Hale?' No, I look at the senators and I pray for the country.