Emotions and Feelings

Confession of errors is like a broom which sweeps away the dirt and leaves the surface brighter and clearer.

Champions are made from something they have deep inside them: a desire, a dream, a vision.

Champions are made from something they have deep inside them: a desire, a dream, a vision.

A small body of determined spirits fired by an unquenchable faith in their mission can alter the course of history.

A person who is worried about the outcome of his work does not see his goal; he sees only his opposition and the obstacles before him.

An ounce of patience is worth more than tons of preaching.

A ‘No’ uttered from the deepest conviction is better than a ‘Yes’ merely uttered to please, or worse, to avoid trouble.

An opponent is entitled to the same regard for his principles as we would expect others to have for ours. Non-violence demands that we should see every opportunity to win over opponents.

[…] anger controlled can be transmitted into a power that can move the world.

[…] anger controlled can be transmitted into a power that can move the world.

Anger and intolerance are the enemies of correct understanding.

A man of character will make himself worthy of any position he is given.

All compromise is based on give and take, but there can be no give and take on fundamentals. Any compromise on mere fundamentals is a surrender; for it is all give and no take.

Adaptability is not imitation. It means power of resistance and assimilation.

A coward is incapable of exhibiting love; it is the prerogative of the brave.

Sing, sing! What shall I sing? The cat’s run away with the pudding-bag string.

Fe fi fo fum! I smell the blood of an Englishman; Be he alive or be he dead, I’ll grind his bones to make my bread.

One misty, moisty morning, When cloudy was the weather, I chanced to meet an old man Clothed all in leather; He began to compliment, And I began to grin— “How do you do?” and “How do you do?” And “How do you do?” again!

One misty, moisty morning, When cloudy was the weather, I chanced to meet an old man Clothed all in leather; He began to compliment, And I began to grin— “How do you do?” and “How do you do?” And “How do you do?” again!

Hark! Hark! The dogs do bark, The beggars are coming to town; Some in rags, some in tags, And some in velvet gowns.

High diddle diddle The cat and the fiddle, The cow jumped over the moon; The little dog laughed To see such craft And the dish ran away with the spoon.

Ladybug, ladybug, fly away home, Your house is on fire, and your children will burn.

Little Jack Horner sat in the corner, Eating a Christmas pie. He put in his thumb, and pulled out a plum, And said, “What a good boy am I!”

It’s like a lion at the door; And when the door begins to crack, It’s like a stick across your back; And when your back begins to smart, It’s like a penknife in your heart; And when your heart begins to bleed, You’re dead, and dead, and dead, indeed.