In so doing she will make a Lost—a golden hour, set with sixty diamond minutes. There is no reward, for it is gone forever.—Beecher. pleasure of that which, with dull complaining, would be a drag and a distress. By this cheerful attitude of mind she will be able to mold all things to her will and, better still, she will be able to mold her will to her highest ideal of splendid womanhood. For none can doubt that man Good company and good conversation are the sinews of virtue.—Stephen Allen. is the architect of his own fortune, to a very great extent. He is even more than that, he is of his own self
THE SCULPTOR
I am the sculptor: I, myself, the clay,
Of which I am to fashion, as I will,
In deed and in desire, day by day,
The pattern of my purpose, good or ill.
In breathless bronze nor the insensate stone
Must my enduring passion find its goal;
Within the living statue I enthrone
That essence of eternity, the soul.
A triumph is the closing scene of a contest.—A. E. Winship. Nor space nor time that soul of yearning bars;
It flashes to the zenith of the sky,
And dwelling mid the mystery of the stars,
Aspires to answer the Eternal Why.
It loves the pleasing note of lute and lyre,
The lily’s purple, the red rose’s glow;
It wonders at the witchery of the fire,
And marvels at the magic of the snow.
Don’t forget that the man who can but doesn’t must give place to the man who can’t but tries.—Comtelburo. "Who taught," it asks, "the ant to build her nest?
The bee her cells? the hermit thrush to sing?
The dove to plume his iridescent breast?
The butterfly to paint his gorgeous wing?
"The spider how to spin so wondrous wise?
The nautilus to form his chambered shell?
The carrier-pigeon under alien skies,
Who taught him how his homeward course to tell?"
By force or favor it would win from fate
The sacred secret of the blood and breath:
Learn all the hidden springs of love and hate,
And gain dominion over life and death.
Advise well before you begin, and when you have maturely considered, then act with promptitude.—Sallust. In every feature of this sculptured face
Of spirit and of substance, I must mold
The shining symbol of a grander grace;
The hope toward which the centuries have rolled.