Born in March 23, 1852 / Died in March 7, 1940 / United States / English
Oft when the white, still dawn lifted the skies and pushed the hills apart, I have felt it like a glory in my heart.
There is a destiny which makes us brothers; none goes his way alone. All that we send into the lives of others comes back into our own.
To throw oneself to the side of the oppressed is the only dignified thing to do in life.
Defeat may serve as well as victory to shake the soul and let the glory out.
It is better to rust out than wear out.
There is a destiny that makes us brothers; None goes his way alone; All that we send into the lives of others Comes back into our own.
Ah, great it is to believe the dream as we stand in youth by the starry stream; but a greater thing is to fight life through and say at the end, the dream is true!
I have felt it like a glory in my heart.
We have committed the Golden Rule to memory; let us now commit it to life.
Bowed by the weight of centuries he leans upon his hoe and gazes on the ground, the emptiness of ages in his face, and on his back the burden of the world.
He drew a circle that shut me out Heretic, rebel, a thing to flout But love and I had the wit to win; We drew a circle that took him in.
The crest and crowning of all good, life's final star, is Brotherhood.
By a divine paradox, wherever there is one slave there are two. So in the wonderful reciprocities of being, we can never reach the higher levels until all our fellows ascend with us.
A good action is never lost; it is a treasure laid up and guarded for the doer's need.
When man to man shall be friend and brother.
For all your days be prepared, and meet them ever alike. When you are the anvil, bear - when you are the hammer, strike.
The thing that is incredible is life itself. Why should we be here in this sun-illuminated universe? Why should there be green earth under our feet?
The grip that swung the ax in Illinois Was on the pen that set a people free.
He drew a circle that shut me out -- Heretic, rebel, a thing to flout. But Love and I had the wit to win: We drew a circle that took him in.
he went down As when a lordly cedar, green with boughs,...
The few little years we spend on earth are only the first scene in a Divine Drama that extends into Eternity.
There is a destiny That makes us brothers None goes his way alone All that we send into the lives of others Comes back into our own.
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