Quotes About Reflection

I am not ashamed of my grandparents for having been slaves. I am only ashamed of myself for having at one time been ashamed.

that there are many men in his image while he is himself unseen;

Do you still call it 'Juneteenth,' Revern' Hickman? Is it still celebrated?

Maybe it's just that some of us have had certain facts and truths slapped up against our heads so hard and so often that we have to see them and pay our respects to their reality.

Meaning grows in the mind, but the shape and form of the act remains.

Had the price of looking been blindness, I would have looked.

Though we travel the world over to find the beautiful, we must carry it with us, or we find it not.

You become what you think about all day long.

There is creative reading as well as creative writing.

Sorrow looks back, Worry looks around, Faith looks up

Let us be silent, that we may hear the whisper of God.

Nothing can bring you peace but yourself. Nothing can bring you peace but the triumph of principles.

All my best thoughts were stolen by the ancients.

Some books leave us free and some books make us free.

The years teach much the days never know.

Bad times have a scientific value. These are occasions a good learner would not miss.

I am the lover of uncontained and immortal beauty. In the wilderness, I find something more dear and connate than in streets or villages. In the tranquil landscape, and especially in the distant line of the horizon, man beholds somewhat as beautiful as his own nature.

We are students of words: we are shut up in schools, and colleges, and recitation -rooms, for ten or fifteen years, and come out at last with a bag of wind, a memory of words, and do not know a thing.

I awoke this morning with devout thanksgiving for my friends, the old and the new.

In the highest civilization, the book is still the highest delight. He who has once known its satisfactions is provided with a resource against calamity.

Tomorrow is a new day; begin it well and serenely and with too high a spirit to be encumbered with your old nonsense.

Ne te quaesiveris extra. (Do not seek for things outside of yourself)

I pack my trunk, embrace my friends, embark on the sea and at last wake up in Naples, and there beside me is the stern fact, the sad self, unrelenting, identical, that I fled from.

Some people will tell you there is a great deal of poetry and fine sentiment in a chest of tea.