So last night I managed to revive my 19-month-old Palm Tungsten E2, which I haven’t used for several months. I found quite a lot of good quotes and poems on it and thought I would post them here.
Far and away the best prize life offers is the chance to work hard at work worth doing. —Theodore Roosevelt
A teacher affects eternity; he can never tell where his influence stops. —Henry Brooks Adams
When we do the best we can, we never know what miracle is wrought in our life, or in the lift of another. —Hellen Keller
When the time for decision arrives, the time for preparation is past. —Thomas S. Monson
Wise time management is really the wise management of ourselves. —Spencer W. Kimball
No act of kindness, no matter how small, is ever wasted. —Aesop
UPDATE: Here’s another one:
Try not to become a man of success but rather to become a man of value. —Albert Einstein
My AP English teacher liked this poem and quoted it to us a lot:
Lad of Athens,
All the rest
He also like this one. It is a sad but true tale of life:
With rue my heart is laden
For golden friends I had,
For many a rose-lipt maiden
And many a lightfood lad.
By brooks to broad for leaping
The lightfoot boys are laid;
The rose-lipt girls are sleeping
In fields where roses fade.
A. E. Housman
This sonnet is very well-written. I memorized it for AP English once, and I really enjoy it. The final couplet is my favorite part, as it is applicable to so many relationships we have:
That time of year thou mayst in me behold
When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang
Upon these boughs which shake against the cold,
Bare, ruined choirs where late the sweet bird sang.
In me thou seest the twilight of such day
As after sunset fadeth in the west,
Which by and by black night doth take away,
Death’s second self, that seals up all in rest.
In me thou see’st the glowing of such fire,
That on the ashes of his youth doth lie
As the deathbed whereon it must expire,
Consumed with that which it was nourished by.
This thou perceivest, which makes thy love more strong,
To love that well which thou must leave ere long.
William Shakespeare (Sonnet 73)
This one is a provocative exposition on the constancy of change:
Mark! how all things swerve
From their known course, or vanish like a dream;
Another language spreads from coast to coast;
Only perchance some melancholy Stream
And some indignant Hills old names preserve,
When laws, and creeds, and people all are lost!
Well, those are a few quotes and poems I like that I recently rediscovered. What do you think of them? Have you heard any of them before?