The Atlantic Monthly, Band 125

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Atlantic Monthly Company, 1920
 

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Seite 625 - A murderer takes life, but his deed stops there. A teacher affects eternity; he can never tell where his influence stops.
Seite 476 - The Almighty has His own purposes. "Woe unto the world because of offenses! for it must needs be that offenses come, but woe to that man by whom the offense cometh.
Seite 479 - That all political power is inherent in the people, and all free governments are founded on their authority...
Seite 180 - JENNY kissed me when we met, Jumping from the chair she sat in; Time, you thief, who love to get Sweets into your list, put that in! Say I'm weary, say I'm sad, Say that health and wealth have missed me, Say I'm growing old, but add, Jenny kissed me.
Seite 472 - I have never tried in even one single instance to help cultivate the cultivated classes. I was not equipped for it, either by native gifts or training. And I never had any ambition in that direction, but always hunted for bigger game — the masses.
Seite 332 - And, lo, thou art unto them as a very lovely song of one that hath a pleasant voice, and can play well on an instrument: for they hear thy words, but they do them not.
Seite 474 - ... of pain, care, misery, grows heavier year by year. At length ambition is dead; pride is dead; vanity is dead; longing for release is in their place. It comes at last — the only unpoisoned gift earth ever had for them — and they vanish from a world where they were of no consequence; where they achieved nothing; where they were a mistake and a failure and a foolishness; where they have left no sign that they have existed — a world which will lament them a day and forget them forever.
Seite 755 - A shipwrecked sailor, buried on this coast, Bids you set sail. Full many a gallant bark, when we were lost, Weathered the gale.
Seite 537 - ... bring effectively within the reach, not only of every boy and girl, but also of every adult citizen, all the training, physical, mental and moral, literary, technical, and artistic of which he is capable.
Seite 468 - Everything human is pathetic. The secret source of humor itself is not joy, but sorrow. There is no humor in heaven.

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