PRENTICE Quotes
Our thought is the unseen magnet, ever attracting its correspondence in things seen and tangible.
Keep your mind as much as you can from dwelling on your ailment. Think of strength and power and you will draw it to you. Think of health and you get it.
The man who succeeds must always in mind or imagination live, move, think, and act as if he had gained that success, or he never will gain it.
Love is an element which though physically unseen is as real as air or water. It is an acting, living, moving force... it moves in waves and currents like those of the ocean.
There is a supreme power and ruling force which pervades and rules the boundless universe. You are a part of this power
A mighty, eternal and incomprehensible force pushes us all forward. But while all are so being pushed, many linger and look back. Unconsciously, they oppose this force.
A word of kindness is seldom spoken in vain. It can be and is often treasured by the recipient for life.
Fear is but another name for lack of power to control our minds, or, in other words, to control the kind of thought we think or put out.
Every regret, every mournful thought, takes so much out of your life. It is force used to pile on more misery.
The arrow always tipped with ill nature and sarcasm is deadliest to him who sends it.
Let us remember, so far as we can, that every unpleasant thought is a bad thing literally put into the body.
The science of happiness lies in controlling our thought and getting thought from sources of healthy life.
A man bitten by a dog, whether the animal is mad or not, is apt to get mad himself.
Our thoughts, or in other words, our state of mind, is ever at work 'fixing up' things good or bad in advance.
A word of kindness is seldom spoken in vain, while witty saying are as easily lost as the pearls slipping from a broken string.
What some call health, if purchased by perpetual anxiety about diet, isn't much better than tedious disease.
Parents sometimes forget that after the child emerges from the utter physical and mental helplessness of infancy, it is becoming more and more an individual.
There is a sense in the tree which feels your love and responds to it. It does not respond or show its pleasure in our way or in any way we can now understand.
Some old women and men grow bitter with age; the more their teeth drop out, the more biting they get.
The pen is a formidable weapon, but a man can kill himself with it a great deal more easily than he can other people.
It is undoubtedly true that some people mistake sycophancy for good nature, but it is equally true that many more mistake impertinence for sincerity.
A great many political speeches are literary parricides; they kill their fathers.
It seems no more than right that men should seize time by the forelock, for the rude old fellow, sooner or later, pulls all their hair out.
The waves Of the mysterious death-river moaned; The tramp, the shout, the fearful thunder-roar Of red-breathed cannon, and the wailing cry Of myriad victims, filled the air.
When a man has been intemperate so long that shame no longer paints a blush upon his cheek, his liquor generally does it instead.
We are in favor of tolerance, but it is a very difficult thing to tolerate the intolerant and impossible to tolerate the intolerable.
Gone! gone forever!-like a rushing wave Another year has burst upon the shore Of earthly being-and its last low tones, Wandering in broken accents in the air, Are dying to an echo.
Our material possessions, like our joys, are enhanced in value by being shared. Hoarded and unimproved property can only afford satisfaction to a miser.
Some men give as little light in the world as a farthing tallow candle, and when they expire, leave as bad an odor behind them.
Some people use half their ingenuity to get into debt, and the other half to avoid paying it.
In New York City, the common bats fly only at twilight. Brick-bats fly at all hours.
It is in vain to hope to please all alike. Let a man stand with his face in what direction he will, he must necessarily turn his back on one half of the world.
Many a writer seems to think he is never profound except when he can't understand his own meaning.
Remorseless time! fierce spirit of the glass and scythe,--what power can stay him in his silent course, or melt his iron heart with pity!
If you woo the company of the angels in your waking hours, they will be sure to come to you in your sleep.
