Who seeks shall find.
Some syllables are swords.
To God, thy country, and thy friend be true.
Affliction is a mother, Whose painful throes yield many sons, Each fairer than the other.
Early, as well as late, Rise with the sun, and set in the same bowers
Holy writing must strive (by all means) for perfection and true holiness, that a door may be opened to him in heaven.
Dear, harmless age! the short, swift span Where weeping Virtue parts with man; Where love without lust dwells, and bends What way we please without self-ends. An age of mysteries! which he Must live that would God's face see Which angels guard, and with it play, Angels! which foul men drive away.
He fell in love with himself at first sight and it is a passion to which he has always remained faithful. Selflove seems so often unrequited.
The problem with me is that I am fifty or one hundred years ahead of my time. My speed is very fast. Some ministers have had to drop out of my government because they could not keep up.
The more experienced you are, the better off you are.
If you don't have an effective teacher in front of the classroom, you won't change the trajectory for students.