Demand not that events should happen as you wish; but wish them to happen as they do happen, and you will go on well.EpictetusWrite now →Details & source
A wit's a feather, and a chief a rod; An honest man's the noblest work of God.Alexander PopeWrite now →Details & source
The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together.William ShakespeareWrite now →Details & source
People will not look forward to posterity who never look backward to their ancestors.Edmund BurkeWrite now →Details & source
I live not in myself, but I become Portion of that around me; and to me High mountains are a feeling, but the hum Of …Lord ByronWrite now →Details & source
Why, then the world's mine oyster, Which I with sword will open.William ShakespeareWrite now →Details & source
When he shall die, Take him and cut him out in little stars, And he will make the face of heaven so fine That all the…William ShakespeareWrite now →Details & source
In the lexicon of youth, which fate reserves For a bright manhood, there is no such word As "fail."Edward Bulwer-LyttonWrite now →Details & source
The hawthorn bush, with seats beneath the shade, For talking age and whispering lovers made.Oliver GoldsmithWrite now →Details & source
Words are like leaves; and where they most abound, Much fruit of sense beneath is rarely found.Alexander PopeWrite now →Details & source
The boast of heraldry, the pomp of pow'r, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Await alike the inevitable …Thomas GrayWrite now →Details & source
Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain-tops.William ShakespeareWrite now →Details & source
Trust thyself: every heart vibrates to that iron string.Ralph Waldo EmersonWrite now →Details & source
The spider's touch, how exquisitely fine! Feels at each thread, and lives along the line.Alexander PopeWrite now →Details & source
Full many a gem of purest ray serene The dark unfathom'd caves of ocean bear; Full many a flower is born to blush uns…Thomas GrayWrite now →Details & source
He that is strucken blind cannot forget The precious treasure of his eyesight lost.William ShakespeareWrite now →Details & source