Full many a flower is born to blush unseen, / And — Thomas Gray
Full many a flower is born to blush unseen, / And waste its sweetness Qn the desert air.
More by Thomas Gray
Can storied urn, or animated bust Back to its mansion call the fleeting breath? Can honor’s voice provoke the silent dust, Or flatt’ry soothe the dull cold ear of death? Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard, st. 11
Save that from yonder ivy-mantled tow’r The moping owl does to the moon complain. Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard, st. 3
Far from the madding crowd’s ignoble strife, Their sober wishes never learned to stray.
Where ignorance is bliss, ’Tis folly to be wise.
The deeper the feeling, the greater the pain.
Leonardo da Vinci
Nearly all men can stand adversity, but if you want to test a man’s character, give him power.
Abraham Lincoln
It is better to fall from above the clouds than from the third floor.
Machado de Assis
No one can make you feel inferior without your consent. in Catholic Digest August 1960
Eleanor Roosevelt