It ain’t the roads we take; it’s what’s inside of us that makes us turn out the way we do.
William Sydney Porter (O. Henry)
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It ain’t the roads we take; it’s what’s inside of us that makes us turn out the way we do.
William Sydney Porter (O. Henry)
History is bright and fiction dull with homely men who have charmed women.
William Sydney Porter (O. Henry)
What is the world at its best but a little round field of the moving pictures with two walking together in it?
William Sydney Porter (O. Henry)
The magi, as you know, were wise men — wonderfully wise men — who brought gifts to the Babe in the manger. They invented the art of giving Christmas presents. Being wise, their gifts were no doubt wise ones, possibly bearing the privilege of exchange in case of duplication. And here I have lamely related to you the uneventful chronicle of two foolish children in a flat who most unwisely sacrificed for each other the greatest treasures of their house. But in a last word to the wise of these days let it be said that of all who give gifts these two were the wisest. Of all who give and receive gifts, such as they are wisest. Everywhere they are wisest. They are the magi.
William Sydney Porter (O. Henry)
If God grant me life, I will see that every laboring man in my kingdom shall have his chicken to put in the pot.
Henry IV of France
My songs were once of the sunrise:
They shouted it over the bar;
First-footing the dawns, they flourished,
And flamed with the morning star.
My songs are now of the sunset:
Their brows are touched with light,
But their feet are lost in the shadows
And wet with the dews of night.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
William Ernest Henley
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid.
William Ernest Henley
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
William Ernest Henley
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
for my unconquerable soul.
William Ernest Henley