Routine and Ideals: By Le Baron Russell Briggs

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Houghton, Mifflin, 1904 - 232 páginas
 

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Página 76 - are." It is this poem that answers the terrible question, — " Who shall nerve heroic boys To hazard all in Freedom's fight ? " with that mighty quatrain, — " So nigh is grandeur to our dust, So near is God to man, When Duty whispers low, ' Thou must,' The youth replies, ' I can.
Página 81 - We will walk on our own feet; we will work with our own hands; we will speak our own minds." "If the single man plant himself indomitably on his instincts and there abide, the huge world will come round to him."
Página 81 - Man is timid and apologetic; he is no longer upright; he dares not say, ' I think,' ' I am,' but quotes some saint or sage. He is ashamed before the blade of grass or the blowing rose. These roses under my window make no reference to former roses or to better ones ; they are for what they are; they exist with God to-day.
Página 17 - Full half the time of such a man goes to the deciding, or regretting, of matters which ought to be so ingrained in him as practically not to exist for his consciousness at all. If there be such daily duties not yet ingrained in any one of my readers, let him begin this very hour to set the matter right.
Página 82 - and I shall know you. Do your work and you shall reinforce yourself. Do that which is assigned you, and you cannot hope too much or dare too much.
Página 82 - The distinction and end of a soundly constituted man is his labor. Use is inscribed on all his faculties. Use is the end to which he exists. As the tree exists for its fruit, so a man for his work. A fruitless plant, an idle animal, does not stand in the universe.
Página 87 - His limbs are only a more exquisite organization — say rather the finish — of the rudimental forms that have been already sweeping the sea and creeping in the mud ; the brother of his hand is even now cleaving the Arctic sea in the fin of the whale, and innumerable ages since was pawing the marsh in the flipper of the saurian.
Página 111 - live, Needs spirit lack all life behind, All stray thoughts, fancies fugitive, All loves except what trade can give ? But — shop each day and all day long! Friend, your good angel slept, your star Suffered eclipse, fate did you wrong! From where these sorts of treasures are There should our hearts
Página 114 - Charles Dudley Warner prophesies that, when labor gets to be ten dollars a day, the workmen will not come at all — " they will send their cards." Everywhere men proceed on the assumption that the ideal life is not to work at all and to be paid

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