Life and Existence

Let us, then, be up and doing,

Lives of great men all remind us

Trust no Future, howe’er pleasant!

Life is real! Life is earnest!

Life is real! Life is earnest!

Life is real! Life is earnest!

Art is long, and Time is fleeting,

A boy’s will is the wind’s will

The holiest of all holidays are those

I like that ancient Saxon phrase, which calls

I like that ancient Saxon phrase, which calls

If you would hit the mark, you must aim a little above it;

New opinions are always suspected, and usually opposed, without any other reason but because they are not already common.

Fondly do we hope, fervently do we pray, that this mighty scourge of war may speedily pass away. Yet, if God wills that it continue until all the wealth piled by the bond-man’s two hundred and fifty years of unrequited toil shall be sunk, and until every drop of blood drawn with the lash shall be paid by another drawn with the sword, as was said three thousand years ago, so still it must be said, ‘The judgements of the Lord are true and righteous altogether.’

It is not best to swap horses when crossing streams.

I claim not to have controlled events, but confess plainly that events have controlled me.

I claim not to have controlled events, but confess plainly that events have controlled me.

The mystic chords of memory, stretching from every battlefield and patriot grave to every living heart and heartstone all over this broad land, will yet swell the chorus of the Union when again touched, as surely they will be, by the better angels of our nature.

What is conservatism? Is it not adherence to the old and tried, against the new and untried?

Love doesn’t just sit there, like a stone, it has to be made, like bread; remade all the time, made new.

There is no such thing as inner peace. There is only nervousness or death.

Nothing, like something, happens anywhere.

What are days for?

What will survive of us is love.