The whole westward expansion myth is seen as romantic. But its a joke, a blot on American history.
This restless world Is full of chances, which by habit's power To learn to bear is easier than to shun.
Music exalts each joy, allays each grief, expels diseases, softens every pain.
Know, then, whatever cheerful and serene supports the mind supports the body too.
Money can purchase the symbols but not the causes of serenity and buoyancy. In a straightforward way we must agree that money cannot buy happiness.
For want of timely care Millions have died of medicable wounds.
How happy he whose toil Has o'er his languid pow'rless limbs diffus'd A pleasing lassitude; he not in vain Invokes the gentle Deity of dreams. His pow'rs the most voluptuously dissolve In soft repose; on him the balmy dews Of Sleep with double nutriment descend.
Death is never polite, even when we expect it.
There's this creative thing in me that wants to have my work used - like the author of a book who wants it read.
At the back of our brains is a blaze of astonishment at our own existence. The object of the artistic and spiritual life is to dig for this sunrise of wonder.
Why don't you lay the footpaths where the students want to walk?