Love life & work by elbert hubbard |
The supreme prayer of my heart is not to be learned, rich, famous, powerful, or “good,” but simply to be radiant. I desire to radiate health, cheerfulness, calm courage and good will. I wish to live without hate, whim, jealousy, envy, fear. I wish to be simple, honest, frank, natural, clean in mind and clean in body, unaffected–ready to say “I do not know,” if it be so, and to meet all men on an absolute equality–to face any obstacle and meet every difficulty unabashed and unafraid……….. |
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Little journeys to the homes of famous women Elbert hubbard |
I am Elbert Hubbard’s son, and I am entirely familiar with the proposition that “Genius never reproduces.” Heretofore, it has always been necessary to sign my name, “Elbert Hubbard II”—but now there is an embarrassment in that signature, an assumption that I do not feel. There is no Second Elbert Hubbard. To five hundred Roycrofters, to the Village of East Aurora, and to a few dozen personal friends scattered over the face of the earth, I am Bert Hubbard, plain Bert Hubbard—and as Bert Hubbard I want to be known to you…….. |
Little journeys to the homes of great teachers by elbert hubbard |
Moses was the world’s first great teacher. He is still one of the world’s great teachers. Seven million people yet look to his laws for special daily guidance, and more than two hundred millions read his books and regard them as Holy Writ. And these people as a class are of the best and most enlightened who live now or who have ever lived……….. |
Little journeys to the homes of great scientists Elbert hubbard |
An honest farmer, neither rich nor poor, was Isaac Newton. He was married to Harriet Ayscough in February, Sixteen Hundred Forty-two. Both were strong, intelligent and full of hope. Neither had any education to speak of; they belonged to England’s middle class—that oft-despised and much ridiculed middle class which is the hope of the world. Accounts still in existence show that their income was thirty pounds a year. It was for them to toil all the week, go to church on Sunday, and twice or thrice in a year attend the village fairs or indulge in a holiday where hard cider played an important part……. |
Little journeys to the homes of eminent painters Elbert hubbard |
How can that be, lady, which all men learn By long experience? Shapes that seem alive, Wrought in hard mountain marble, will survive Their maker, whom the years to dust return! Thus to effect, cause yields. Art hath her turn, And triumphs over Nature. I, who strive with sculpture, Know this well: her wonders live In spite of time and death, those tyrants stern. So I can give long life to both of us In either way, by color or by stone, Making the semblance of thy face and mine. Centuries hence when both are buried, Thus thy beauty and my sadness shall be shown, And men shall say, “For her ’twas wise to pine.”…….. |
The mintage by elbert hubbard |
The children had a bushel-basket full of eatables, but at London that Conductor took the whole brood over to the dining-hall for supper, and I saw two fat men scrap as to who should have the privilege [Pg 11] of paying for the kiddies’ suppers. The children munched and smiled and said little things to each other in Teutonic whispers. …………. |
Little journeys to the homes of the great Good men and great Elbert hubbard |
Fourteen years were consumed in the preparation of the work that ranks today as Elbert Hubbard’s masterpiece. In Eighteen Hundred Ninety-four, the series of Little Journeys to the Homes of the Great was begun, and once a month for fourteen years, without a break, one of these little pilgrimages was given to the world. These little gems have been accepted as classics and will live….. |
Little journeys to the homes of english authors by Elbert hubbard |
Of Heaven or Hell I have no power to sing, I can not ease the burden of your fears, Or make quick-coming death a little thing, Or bring again the pleasure of past years, Nor for my words shall ye forget your tears, Or hope again for aught that I can say, The idle singer of an empty day…………. |
Little journeys to the homes of american statesmen Elbert hubbard |
A little more patience, a little more charity for all, a little more devotion, a little more love; with less bowing down to the past, and a silent ignoring of pretended authority; a brave looking forward to the future with more faith in our fellows, and the race will be ripe for a great burst of light and life………….. |