Emotions and Feelings

Life is a dream from which we must wake before we can dream again.

 

In the Soviet army it takes more courage to retreat than to advance.

The deeds will not be less valiant because they are unpraised. J. R. R.

 

Die, but do not retreat.

I believe in one thing only, the power of the human will.

I have no help to send, therefore I must go myself. J. R. R.

 

For though I do not ask for aid, we need it. J. R. R.

 

Some who have read the book, or at any rate have reviewed it, have found it boring, absurd, or contemptible, and I have no cause to complain, since I have similar opinions of their works... J. R. R.

With hope or without hope we will follow the trail of our enemies. And woe to them, if we prove the swifter! J. R. R.

With hope or without hope we will follow the trail of our enemies. And woe to them, if we prove the swifter! J. R. R.

To be 70 years young is sometimes far more cheerful and hopeful than to be 40 years old.

Nothing is permanent in this wicked world - not even our troubles.

 

Their plans were improved with the best advice. J. R.

 

Lord, make me an instrument of Your peace! Where there is hatred let me sow love; Where there is injury, pardon; Where there is doubt, faith; Where there is despair, hope; Where there is darkness, light; Where there is sadness, joy.

 

Lord, make me an instrument of Your peace! Where there is hatred let me sow love; Where there is injury, pardon; Where there is doubt, faith; Where there is despair, hope; Where there is darkness, light; Where there is sadness, joy.

 

I have no riches but my thoughts. Yet these are wealth enough for me.

There I lay staring upward, while the stars wheeled over... Faint to my ears came the gathered rumor of all lands: the springing and the dying, the song and the weeping, and the slow everlasting groan of overburdened stone. J. R. R.

Every pursuit is great when greatly pursued.

The greater man the greater courtesy.

The world is indeed full of peril, and in it there are many dark places; but still there is much that is fair; and though in all lands love is now mingled with grief, it grows perhaps the greater. J.R.R.

 

Little by little, one travels far. J. R. R.

Can I ever know you or you know me?

The crime of suicide lies in its disregard for the feelings of those whom we leave behind. E. M.

 

Beat a man with the strength of your argument, not with the strength of your arm.