“Those who would attain to any marked degree of excellence in a chosen pursuit must work, and work hard for it, prince or peasant.”

We follow and race In shifting chase, Over the boundless ocean-space! Who hath beheld when the race begun? Who shall behold it run?

Really,’ thought I, ‘we call Baltimore the ‘Monumental City’ for its two marble columns, and here is Edinburg with one at every street-corner!

Departed suns their trails of splendor drew Across departed summers: whispers came From voices, long ago resolved again Into the primeval Silence, and we twain, Ghosts of our present selves, yet still the same, As in a spectral mirror wandered there.

Fame is what you have taken, / Character’s what you give; / When to this truth you waken, / Then you begin to live.

And rest, that strengthens unto virtuous deeds, Is one with Prayer.

The glories of the possible are ours.

The loving are the daring.

The maxims tell you to aim at perfection, which is well; but it’s unattainable, all the same.

To Truth’s house there is a single door, which is experience.

Pansies in soft April rains Fill their stalks with honeyed sap Drawn from Earth’s prolific lap.

Opportunity is rare, and a wise man will never let it go by him.

Voluptuous bloom and fragrance rare The summer to its rose may bring; Far sweeter to the wooing air The hidden violet of spring. Still, still that lovely ghost appears, Too fair, too pure, to bid depart; No riper love of later years Can steal its beauty from the heart.

Higher than the perfect song For which love longeth, Is the tender fear of wrong, That never wrongeth.

With rushing winds and gloomy skies The dark and stubborn Winter dies: Far-off, unseen, Spring faintly cries, Bidding her earliest child arise; March!

It is an agreeable and yet a painful sense of novelty to stand for the first time in the midst of a people whose language and manners are different from one’s own.

And the wind that saddens, the sea that gladdens, Are singing the selfsame strain.

We, the women of the Senate, with President Obama by our side, will keep fighting – our shoulders square, our lipstick on – because you deserve equal pay for your hard work.

It took several years of hard work in small roles before I attained stardom.

I think you just have to work hard for about 10 years before you know what you’re doing

When you grind & work hard, you don’t ever have to tell anyone what you’re up to, the results will speak much louder than anything else.

Making a big commercial movie is hard when you think about how many of them flop.

I really loved Kelsey [Grammer]. It wasn’t a romantic love, but there was something about him. It’s very difficult to see someone you care about having a hard time.

I think hard times are coming. We will need writers who can remember freedom. Poets, visionaries, the realists of a larger reality.

I would like to work with whoever would like to have me.