Zitat des Tages von Edwin Markham:
Ah, great it is to believe the dream as we stand in youth by the starry stream; but a greater thing is to fight life through and say at the end, the dream is true!
The crest and crowning of all good, Life's final star, is brotherhood.
Oft when the white, still dawn lifted the skies and pushed the hills apart, I have felt it like a glory in my heart.
To throw oneself to the side of the oppressed is the only dignified thing to do in life.
'Custom is the great deadener.' There is no doubt that we of the white race are going on obliviously supporting customs that would seem abhorrent and incredible to a higher and more brotherly civilization.
Defeat may serve as well as victory to shake the soul and let the glory out.
We have committed the Golden Rule to memory; let us now commit it to life.
Few cities have been more definitely impressed upon the imagination of the world than San Francisco, this gray-hilled city on the peninsula by the hospitable bay, where Saint Francis protects the ships as he protected the birds of Assisi.
Force cannot transmit a moral principle: moral ideas can be received only through the reason of the heart.
The thing that is incredible is life itself. Why should we be here in this sun-illuminated universe? Why should there be green earth under our feet?
There is a destiny which makes us brothers; none goes his way alone. All that we send into the lives of others comes back into our own.
For all your days be prepared, and meet them ever alike. When you are the anvil, bear - when you are the hammer, strike.
Bowed by the weight of centuries he leans upon his hoe and gazes on the ground, the emptiness of ages in his face, and on his back the burden of the world.
It is better to rust out than wear out.
The open street, like the open sea, is an inviting thing to the mind of man. It is one of the few places where all may meet as equals under sun or rain; but only a John Bunyan could adequately portray the danger of the cities with their pitfalls for the young unguarded feet.
Is it not a grotesque civilization which sends missionaries across the sea to save the souls of the heathen, and yet permits conditions at home that debauch the children at our very doors?
Every man on the planet should do some physical work: he should help in the bread-labor of mankind. He should also do some of the intellectual work: he should help in the thought-labor of mankind. In a word, every thinker should work, and every worker should think.
We have ground for believing that a noble form of socialism existed among the prehistoric and primitive people on this planet, the people that broke into restless groups after the ancient Deluge and went wandering over the globe. For we find a socialist tendency in all the barbaric tribes of earth.
