|
"There are no riches like the sweetness of content, nor poverty comparable to the want of patience." »R Chamberlain
|
|
"The mellow sweetness of pumpkin pie off a prison spoon is something you will never forget." »Mitchell Burgess
|
|
"...the great man is he who in the midst of the crowd keeps with perfect sweetness, the independence of solitude." »Ralph Waldo Emerson, Self Reliance (essay)
|
|
"Face your deficiencies and acknowledge them; but do not let them master you. Let them teach you patience, sweetness, insight." »Helen Keller
|
|
"And in the sweetness of friendship let there be laughter and the sharing of pleasures. For in the dew of little things the heart finds its morning and is refreshed." »Kahlil Gibran, The Prophet
|
|
"In real life, unlike in Shakespeare, the sweetness of the rose depends upon the name it bears. Things are not only what they are. They are, in very important respects, what they seem to be." »Hubert Humphrey
|
|
"There are many kinds of smiles, each having a distinct character. Some announce goodness, and sweetness, others betray sarcasm, bitterness, and pride; some soften the countenance by their languishing tenderness, others brighten by their spiritual vivacity." »Johann Kaspar Lavater
|
|
"I would feel more optimistic about a bright future for man if he spent less time proving that he can outwit Nature and more time tasting her sweetness and respecting her seniority." »E. B. White
|
|
"Read not books alone, but men, and amongst them chiefly thyself. If thou find anything questionable there, use the commentary of a severe friend rather than the gloss of a sweet lipped flatterer; there is more profit in a distasteful truth than in deceitful sweetness." »Francis Quarles
|
|
"It is very easy in the world to live by the opinion of the world. It is very easy in solitude to be self-centered. But the finished man is he who in the midst of the crowd keeps with perfect sweetness the independence of solitude." »Ralph Waldo Emerson, Self-Reliance
|
|
"Love is something like the clouds that were in the sky, Before the sun came out. You cannot touch the clouds, you know but you feel the rain and know How glad the flowers and the thirsty earth are to have it after a hot day. You cannot touch love either, But you feel the sweetness that it pours into everything." »Annie Sullivan
|
| BTW, Why won't you become an editor? |
[