So farewell hope, and with hope farewell fear,Farewell remorse: all good to me is lost;Evil,be thou my good.
Since thou are not sure of a minute, throw not away an hour.
If thou has a bundle of thorns in thy lot, there is no need to sit down on it.
In joy or sorrow, feebleness or might, Peace or commotion, be thou, Father, my delight.
What thou intendest to do, speak not of before thou doest it.
What thou avoidest suffering thyself seek not to impose on others.
Thou hast evoked in me profounder spells than the evoking one, thou face! For me, thou hast uncovered one infinite, dumb, beseeching countenance of mystery, underlying all the surfaces of visible time and space.
You may tell a man thou art a fiend, but not your nose wants blowing; to him alone who can bear a thing of that kind, you may tell all.
First get an absolute conquest over thyself, and then thou wilt easily govern thy wife.
Even thou who mournst the daisy's fate, That fate is thine--no distant date; Stern Ruin's ploughshare drives, elate, Full on thy bloom, Till crushed beneath the furrow's weight Shall be thy doom!
Thou waitest for the spark from heaven! and we, Light half-believers in our casual deeds. . . Who hesitate and falter life away, And lose tomorrow the ground won today- Ah, do not we, Wanderer, await it too?
Behold a tree. Does it not speak to us thusly: 'Don't you see that God is not working himself into a frenzy in me? I am calmly, quietly, silently pouring forth my life and bringing forth fruit. Do thou likewise. '
This little flute of a reed thou hast carried over hills and dales, and hast breathed through it melodies eternally new.
If thou art wise, incline to truth; for truth, not the semblance, remains in its place.
Be substantially great in thyself, and more than thou appearest unto others.
Remember that neither the future nor the past pains thee, but only the present. But this is reduced to a very little, if thou only circumscribest it, and chidest thy mind, if it is unable to hold out against even this.
Because thou must not dream, thou need not despair.
Roll on, thou deep and dark blue ocean, roll! Ten thousand blubber-hunters sweep over thee in vain.
Go where thou wilt, thou canst not go out of thy Father's ground.
Blessed be God that Thou hast filled the soul of Thy servant with joy and peace in believing.