The smallest thing in its rightful place can lead to the highest goals.
Lie not down wearied 'neath Woe's weeping willow; work with a stout heart and resolute will.
Did you ever hear Of the frolic fairies dear? They're a blessed little race, Peeping up in fancy's face, In the valley, on the hill, By the fountain and the rill; Laughing out between the leaves That the loving summer weaves.
Labor! all labor is noble and holy! Let thy great deeds be thy prayer to thy God.
Better confide and be deceiv'd, A thousand times, by treacherous foes, Than once accuse the innocent, Or let suspicion mar repose.
And wheresoever, in his rich creation, Sweet music breathes--in wave, or bird, or soul-- 'Tis but the faint and far reverberation Of that great tune to which the planets roll!
Labor is rest--from the sorrow that greet us; Rest from all petty vexations that meet us, Rest from sin-promptings that ever entreat us, Rest from the world-sirens that hire us to ill. Work--and pure slumbers shall wait on thy pillow; Work--thou shalt ride over Care's coming billow; Lie not down wearied 'neath Woe's weeping willow! Work with a stout heart and resolute will!
I grew up as a discriminated minority in a dictatorship, so obviously the issue of human rights is a matter of concern for me.
I am naturally fond of adventure, a little ambitious, and a good deal romantic - but patriotism was the true secret of my success.
The average person's short-term memory can hold only five to seven bits of data at any one moment. If you put more items in, others fall out. The older you are, the more you have crammed into those memory circuits. Twenty-five-year-olds can remember things because they still have empty space. Some of us take our children to the supermarket in the hope they will remember why we are there.
I'd like to be a 5-10, 205-pound running back. I think it's natural for big guys to want to be a little faster.