The world will always punish the few people with special talents the rest of us don’t recognize as real.
O the joy of the strong-brawn'd fighter, towering in the arena in perfect condition, conscious of power, thirsting to meet his opponent.
This is what you should do: love the earth and sun and the animals, despise riches, give alms to everyone that asks, stand up for the stupid and crazy, devote your income and labor to others, hate tyrants, argue not concerning God, have patience and indulgence toward the people, take off your hat to nothing known or unknown or to any man or number of men. . . re-examine all you have been told at school or church or in any book, dismiss what insults your own soul, and your very flesh shall be a great poem.
Happiness, not in another place but this place. . . not for another hour, but this hour.
Keep your face always toward the sunshine - and shadows will fall behind you.
Every hour of every day is an unspeakably perfect miracle.
We were together. I forget the rest.
Oh great star! What would your happiness be if you did not have us to shine for?
I was encouraged by my mother and, to a lesser extent, by my father.
If we have a heart for the magnitudes of life, it will not seem vain to believe that God Himself should guard it.
Whatever withdraws us from the power of our senses; whatever makes the past, the distant, or the future, predominate over the present, advances us in the dignity of thinking beings. Far from me, and far from my friends be such frigid philosophy as may conduct us indifferent and unmoved over any ground which has been dignified by wisdom, bravery, or virtue. That man is little to be envied whose patriotism would not gain force upon the plain of Marathon, or whose piety would not grow warmer among the ruins of Ionia.