But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams. 635
The light of lights looks always on the motive, not the deed, the shadow of shadows on the deed alone. 1.2K
You that would judge me, do not judge alone this book or that, come to this hallowed place where my friends’ portraits hang and look thereon; Ireland’s history in their lineaments trace; think where man’s glory most begins and ends and say my glory was I had such friends. 1.25K
Why should we honour those that die upon the field of battle? A man may show as reckless a courage in entering into the abyss of himself. 2.43K
Happiness is neither virtue nor pleasure nor this thing nor that but simply growth, We are happy when we are growing. 643
Books are but waste paper unless we spend in action the wisdom we get from thought – asleep. When we are weary of the living, we may repair to the dead, who have nothing of peevishness, pride, or design in their conversation. 607
