The greatest glory in living lies not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall.
The greatest glory in living lies not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall.
If you set your goals ridiculously high and it's a failure, you will fail above everyone else's success.
You may say I'm a dreamer, but I'm not the only one. I hope someday you'll join us. And the world will live as one.
Darkness cannot drive out darkness: only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate: only love can do that.
Do not go where the path may lead, go instead where there is no path and leave a trail.
The greatest glory in living lies not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall.
If you set your goals ridiculously high and it's a failure, you will fail above everyone else's success.
You may say I'm a dreamer, but I'm not the only one. I hope someday you'll join us. And the world will live as one.
Darkness cannot drive out darkness: only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate: only love can do that.
Do not go where the path may lead, go instead where there is no path and leave a trail.
One of the true lords of the English language, Belloc was not an Englishman by birth. He was born near Paris in1870. His father was French, his mother Irish. But he looked more like the traditional figure of John Bull than any Englishman could. A torrent of books, pamphlets, letters, etc., poured from his pen. His published books number one hundred and fifty-three. A. P. Herbert described him as “the man who wrote a library.” His place in English letters is secure.