Those who would attain to any marked degree of excellence in a chosen pursuit must work, and work hard for it, prince or peasant.
BAYARD TAYLORSo far as female beauty is concerned, the Circassian women have no superiors. They have preserved in their mountain home the purity of the Grecian models, and still display the perfect physical loveliness, whose type has descended to us in the Venus de Medici.
More Bayard Taylor Quotes
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Labor, you know, is prayer.
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And rest, that strengthens unto virtuous deeds, Is one with Prayer.
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An enthusiastic desire of visiting the Old World haunted me from early childhood. I cherished a presentiment, amounting almost to belief, that I should one day behold the scenes, among which my fancy had so long wandered.
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To Truth’s house there is a single door, which is experience.
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The stream from Wisdom’s well, Which God supplies, is inexhaustible.
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I know I am–that simplest bliss The millions of my brothers miss. I know the fortune to be born, Even to the meanest wretch they scorn.
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Opportunity is rare, and a wise man will never let it go by him.
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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.
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Higher than the perfect song For which love longeth, Is the tender fear of wrong, That never wrongeth.
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The glories of the possible are ours.
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But still I dream that somewhere there must be The spirit of a child that waits for me.
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Love is better than Fame.
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Learn to live, and live to learn, Ignorance like a fire doth burn, Little tasks make large return.
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By wisdom wealth is won; but riches purchased wisdom yet for none.
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In the glory which overhangs Palestine afar off, we imagine emotions which never come, when we tread the soil and walk over the hallowed sites.
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