Thursday, October 1, 2015

Thursday, October 1, 2015

Gold Leaves

Lo! I am come to autumn,
When all the leaves are gold;
Grey hairs and golden leaves cry out
The year and I are old.

Now a great thing in the street
Seems any human nod,
Where shift in strange democracy
The million masks of God.

In youth I sought the gold flower
Hidden in wood or wold,
But I am come to autumn,
When all the leaves are gold.

G.K. Chesterton (1874-1936)

Tuesday, March 3, 2015

Tuesday, March 3, 2015


I wish you your heart’s desire.

The things for which we wish are the things by which our lives may best be judged. For wishes shape the character and largely determine the life. As wishes become stronger they develop into purpose — and purpose grows into determination, and determination becomes destiny. What can stand between an ardent nature and its supreme desire? The two will find each other out in spite of all opposing circumstances. Only by training ourselves to noble wishes can we keep the character noble.

Love, purpose, religion itself, are but wishes grown to virtues. And wishes may grow to be the wings which will bear a soul to heaven.

I wish you your heart's desire
Though I know not if it be fame,
I wish it may draw you higher
And give you a loftier aim;
But the light of ambition's fire
Is naught but a meteor flame.

— Martha Capps Oliver (born 1845)