Elbert Hubbard's Scrap Book: Containing the Inspired and Inspiring Selections, Gathered During a Life Time of Discriminating Reading for His Own Use, Volume 1A collection of more than seven hundred quotations from the late nineteenth and early twentieth century. |
From inside the book
Results 6-10 of 39
Page 35
... other wars must follow , and they will again prepare future generations for a continuance of slaughter , depraving them from their birth . - Leo Tolstoy . Na sinless and painless world the moral element would be SCRAP BOOK Page 35.
... other wars must follow , and they will again prepare future generations for a continuance of slaughter , depraving them from their birth . - Leo Tolstoy . Na sinless and painless world the moral element would be SCRAP BOOK Page 35.
Page 37
Let me not follow the clamor of the world , but walk calmly in my path . Give me a few friends who will love me for what I am ; and keep ever burning before my vagrant steps the kindly light of hope . And though age and infirmity ...
Let me not follow the clamor of the world , but walk calmly in my path . Give me a few friends who will love me for what I am ; and keep ever burning before my vagrant steps the kindly light of hope . And though age and infirmity ...
Page 41
The Hymn of Hate , " by Joseph Dana Miller WHAT is the good of prescribing to art the roads that it must follow To do so is to doubt art , which develops normally according to the laws of Nature , and must be exclusively occupied in ...
The Hymn of Hate , " by Joseph Dana Miller WHAT is the good of prescribing to art the roads that it must follow To do so is to doubt art , which develops normally according to the laws of Nature , and must be exclusively occupied in ...
Page 47
Make i the object of pursuit , and it leads us wild - goose chase , and is never attained Follow some other object , and very pos sibly we may find that we have caugh happiness without dreaming of it ; bu likely enough it is gone the ...
Make i the object of pursuit , and it leads us wild - goose chase , and is never attained Follow some other object , and very pos sibly we may find that we have caugh happiness without dreaming of it ; bu likely enough it is gone the ...
Page 58
That's about all there is in life for any of us . -Edward H. Harriman . NASMUCH as most good things are produced by labor , it follows that all such things ought to belong to those whose labor has produced them .
That's about all there is in life for any of us . -Edward H. Harriman . NASMUCH as most good things are produced by labor , it follows that all such things ought to belong to those whose labor has produced them .
What people are saying - Write a review
We haven't found any reviews in the usual places.
Other editions - View all
ELBERT HUBBARD'S SCRAP BOOK: Containing the Inspired and Inspiring ... Elbert Hubbard Limited preview - 1999 |
Common terms and phrases
beauty become believe better body cause character comes dead death desire dream earth existence eyes face fact fall fear feel fire flowers follow force friends give grow hand happy head hear heart heaven honor hope hour human idea John keep kind labor laws leave less liberty light live look marching matter means ment mind moral nature never night once pain pass perhaps person play pleasure poor reason religion remember rest seems sense side soul speak spirit stand success suffer sweet tell things thou thought thousand tion tree true truth turn universe virtue whole wish writing young youth
Popular passages
Page 111 - To suffer woes which hope thinks infinite ; To forgive wrongs darker than death or night ; To defy power which seems omnipotent ; To love and bear ; to hope till hope creates From its own wreck the thing it contemplates ; Neither to change, nor falter, nor repent ; This, like thy glory, Titan, is to be Good, great, and joyous, beautiful and free ; This is alone Life, Joy, Empire, and Victory ! NOTE ON PROMETHEUS UNBOUND, BY MRS.
Page 28 - With fingers weary and worn, With eyelids heavy and red, A woman sat in unwomanly rags Plying her needle and thread — Stitch ! stitch ! stitch ! In poverty, hunger and dirt, And still with a voice of dolorous pitch, Would that its tone could reach the rich ! She sang this "Song of the Shirt.
Page 135 - My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still; My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will; The ship is...
Page 24 - In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud. Under the bludgeonings of chance My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Page 133 - DEAR MADAM : I have been shown in the files of the War Department a statement of the Adjutant-General of Massachusetts that you are the mother of five sons who have died gloriously on the field of battle. I feel how weak and fruitless must be any words of mine which should attempt to beguile you from the grief of a loss so overwhelming.
Page 99 - I thought ten thousand swords must have leaped from their scabbards to avenge even a look that threatened her with insult. But the age of chivalry is gone. That of sophisters, economists, and calculators has succeeded ; and the glory of Europe is extinguished forever.
Page 174 - IN Xanadu did Kubla Khan A stately pleasure-dome decree : Where Alph, the sacred river, ran Through caverns measureless to man Down to a sunless sea. So twice five miles of fertile ground With walls and towers were girdled round : And there were gardens bright with sinuous rills Where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree ; And here were forests ancient as the hills, Enfolding sunny spots...
Page 165 - I have heard, in such a way as to believe it, of your recently saying that both the army and the government needed a dictator. Of course it was not for this, but in spite of it, that ''I have given you the command. Only those generals who gain successes can set up dictators. What I now ask of you is military success, and I will risk the dictatorship.
Page 168 - To fetters, and the damp vault's dayless gloom, Their country conquers with their martyrdom, And Freedom's fame finds wings on every wind. Chillon ! thy prison is a holy place, And thy sad floor an altar— for 'twas trod, Until his very steps have left a trace Worn, as if thy cold pavement were a sod, By Bonnivard ! May none those marks efface ! For they appeal from tyranny to God.
Page 161 - These are the times that try men's souls. The summer soldier and the sunshine patriot will, in this crisis, shrink from the service of their country; but he that stands it now, deserves the love and thanks of man and woman.