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THE MAROON TIGER
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A Number Of Things
“THE WORLD IS SO FULL OF A NUMBER
OF THINGS”
SENTENTIOUS SERMONS
Politeness and civility are the best capital ever inves
ted in business.
—P T. Ba.rnum
When God shall leave unfinished, incomplete,
A single flake within the whirl of snow,
A single feather in the airy wing
On which the butterfly floats to and fro,
A single vein within the summer leaf,
A single drop of water in the sea,
Then—-not before—doubt that His perfect plan
Within the humblest life fulfilled can be.
—Priscilla Leonard
And read life’s meaning in each other’s eyes.
II.
And two shall walk some narrow way of life
So nearly side by side that should one turn
Ever so little space to left or right
They needs must stand acknowledged, face to face;
And yet with wistful eyes that never meet
And groping hands that never clasp, and lips
That call in vain to ears that never hear.
They seek each other all their weary days,
And die unsatisfied.—and this is Fate.
—Anonymous
Time is hastening on, and we
What our fathers are shall be,—
Shadow-shapes of memory!
Joined to that vast multitude
Where the great are but the good.—Whittier
Come unto me, all ye that labor and are heavy laden,
and I will give you rest. Matthew 11:28
True friendship, being love without compact or con
dition, never pivots on an equivalent return of service or
affection; its whole sweep is away from self and toward
the loved one. H. Clay Trumbull.
Look at, think of, do and memorize something beauti
ful each day.
—Alice Freeman Palmer.
Alas! It is not till Time, with reckless hand, has torn
out half the leaves from the Book of Human Life to
light the fires of human passion with, from day to day,
that man begins to see that the leaves which remain are
few in number.—Longfellow.
Time is like a ship which never anchors; while I am
on board I had better do those things that may profit
me at my landing, than practice such as shall cause
my commitment when I come ashore.—Feltham.
What I spent I had,
What I kept I lost,
What I gave I have.
—An Old Epitaph.
And it shall come to pass, that before they call I will
answer; and while they are yet speaking, I will hear.
Isaiah 65:24
If thou valuest eternity, then waste no time; yesterday
cannot be recalled, tomorrow cannot be asured, today
only is thine which, if thou procrastinatest, thou losest;
which loss is lost forever.
—Jeremy Taylor.
One life,—a little gleam of time between two eter
nities.—Carlyle
Time travels in divers paces with divers persons.
I’ll tell you who Time ambles withal, who Time trots
withal, who Time gallops withal, and who he stands
still withal.—Shakespeare.
FATE
Two shall be born the whole wide world apart,
And speak in different tongues, and have no thought
Each of the other’s being; and these o’er unknown
Seas shall come, escaping wreck, defying death,
And all unconsciously bend every act
And shape each wand’ring step to this one end.
That one day out of darkness they shall meet
A wonderful stream is the River Time,
As it runs through the realms of Tears,
With a faultless rythm, and musical rhyme,
And a broader sweep, and a surge, sublime
As it blends with the ocean of Years.
—B. T. Taylor
The great mystery of time, were there no other; the
illimitable, silent, never-resting thing called time, rolling,
rushing on, swift, silent, like an all-embracing ocean
tide, on which we and all the universe swim like ev-
halations, like apparitions which are, and then are not:
this is forever very literally a miracle; a thing to
strike us dumb, for we have no word to speak about
it.—Carlyle.
“Time, whose tooth gnaws away everything else, is
powerless against truth: and the lapse of more than
two thousand years has not weakened the force of these
wise words.”—Huxley.
Will Rogers Says:
“Mr. Coolidge couldn’t hit a quail in the old Republi
can State of Virginia, but he ruined those Democratic
turkeys in Georgia. Another Republican, an old col
ored fellow, called the turkeys up to where he could
shoot ’em. So it was really another 100 per cent Re
publican victory over Democratic trustfulness.
“Coolidge calling Hoover to Washington now makes
me believe he will turn the thing over to him now, and
not wail till March, saying ‘Here is this Senate. You
take ’em and wrestle with ’em. Me for the rod and gun.”’