I have immortal longings in me.
There is not a single heart but has its moments of longing.
It seems to me we can never give up longing and wishing while we are thoroughly alive. There are certain things we feel to be beautiful and good and we must hunger after them.
To understand the heart and mind of a person, look not at what he has already achieved, but at what he aspires to.
We never reach our ideals, whether of mental or moral improvement, but the thought of them shows us our deficiencies, and spurs us on to higher and better things.
Did you ever hear of a man who had striven all his life faithfully and singly towards an object, and in no measure obtained it? If a man constantly aspires, is he not elevated? Did ever a man try heroism, magnanimity, truth, sincerity, and find that there was no advantage in them,--that it was a vain endeavor?
William Shakespeare
Henry Ward Beecher
George Eliot
Kahlil Gibran
Tryon Edwards
Henry David Thoreau
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