Every man’s experience of today, is that he was a fool yesterday and the day before yesterday.—Tomorrow he will most likely be of exactly the same opinion.
—Charles Mackay
Topics: Experience
There is no such thing as death. In nature nothing dies. From each sad remnant of decay, some forms of life arise so shall his life be taken away before he knoweth that he hath it.
—Charles Mackay
Topics: Dying, Death
The smallest effort is not lost,
Each wavelet on the ocean tost
Aids in the ebb-tide or the flow;
Each rain-drop makes some floweret blow;
Each struggle lessens human woe.
—Charles Mackay
Topics: One Step at a Time, Effort
Water is the mother of the vine, The nurse and fountain of fecundity, The adorner and refresher of the world.
—Charles Mackay
Topics: Water
Every age has its peculiar folly: Some scheme, project, or fantasy into which it plunges, spurred on by the love of gain, the necessity of excitement, or the force of imitation.
—Charles Mackay
Thou shalt not rob me, thievish Time,
Of all my blessings or my joy;
I have some jewels in my heart
Which thou are powerless to destroy.
—Charles Mackay
Topics: Time Management
An arrow may fly through the air and leave no trace; but an ill thought leaves a trail like a serpent.
—Charles Mackay
Topics: Thinking, Thought, Thoughts
You have no enemies, you say?
Alas, my friend, the boast is poor.
He who has mingled in the fray of duty
that the brave endure, must have made foes.
If you have none, small is the work that you have done.
You’ve hit no traitor on the hip.
You’ve dashed no cup from perjured lip.
You’ve never turned the wrong to right.
You’ve been a coward in the fight.
—Charles Mackay
The old thoughts never die; immortal dreams outlive their dreamers and are ours for aye; no thought once formed and uttered ever can expire.
—Charles Mackay
Topics: Thought
Under the leaves, amid the grass, lazily the day shall pass, yet not be wasted.—From my drowsy ease I borrow health and strength to bear my boat through the great life ocean.
—Charles Mackay
Topics: Holidays
During seasons of great pestilence, men have often believed the prophecies of crazed fanatics, that the end of the world was come.
—Charles Mackay
Men, it has been well said, think in herds; it will be seen that they go mad in herds, while they only recover their senses slowly, and one by one.
—Charles Mackay
Topics: Life
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