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Page 322 - ... a million fighters forth South and North, And they built their gods a brazen pillar high As the sky, Yet reserved a thousand chariots in full force — Gold, of course. Oh heart ! oh blood that freezes, blood that burns ! Earth's returns For whole centuries of folly, noise and sin ! Shut them in, With their triumphs and their glories and the rest ! Love is best.
Page 319 - Speak, History! Who are Life's victors? Unroll thy long annals and say, Are they those whom the world called the victors — who won the success of a day? The martyrs, or Nero? The Spartans, who fell at Thermopylae's tryst, Or the Persians and Xerxes? His judges or Socrates? Pilate or Christ?
Page 272 - Yale and president of his class at the College of Physicians and Surgeons, where he was graduated in 1900.
Page 258 - I am sorry, Trudeau,' wrote Dr. Osier, 'to hear of your misfortune, but take my word for it, there is nothing like a fire to make a man do the phoenix trick!
Page 253 - But what was my surprise when my eyes lit on that young friend who had interested herself on my behalf. She appeared almost as changed as I was. She was terribly thin, and her face was as pale as death, her lips were white, and her eyes almost lifeless. "Sister Ursula," I said in a low voice, "what is the matter with you?
Page 5 - The only biography that is really possible is autobiography. To recount the actions of another man is not biography, it is zoology, the noting down of the habits of a new and outlandish animal. It is most valuable and interesting, but it does not deal with the spring and spirit of a man's existence.
Page 74 - ... invalid to conquer fate. To cease to rebel and struggle, and to learn to be content with part of a loaf when one cannot have a whole loaf, though a hard lesson to learn, is good philosophy for the tuberculous invalid, and to his astonishment he often finds that what he considers the half-loaf, when acquiesced in, proves most satisfying.
Page 170 - ... money available, I imagine Mr. Riddle did all that could be done under the circumstances. This first cottage consisted of one room, fourteen by eighteen, and a little porch so small that only one patient could sit out at a time, and with difficulty. It was furnished with a wood stove, two cot-beds, a washstand, two chairs and a kerosene lamp, and cost, as I remember, about four hundred dollars when completed.
Page 26 - ... and ride and dance and skate with them, and in summer to drive and sail and row and swim and dance again with them, was a new revelation to me, and I think I made the most of my opportunities. Those were joyous play-days indeed, especially in the glorious summer time spent at Nyack, when I had a horse and wagon and a sail-boat, but no lessons, and the absence of all the young men during the daytime at their business in New York gave me an unrestricted field with the girls and brought my wagon...
Page 166 - ... extended and picturesque, that the view had always made a deep impression upon me. Many a beautiful afternoon, for the first four winters after I came to Saranac Lake, I had sat for hours alone while hunting, facing the ever-changing phases of light and shade on the imposing mountain panorama at my feet, and dreamed the dreams of youth; dreamed of life and death and God...