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More and more, when faced with the world of men, the only reaction is one of individualism. Man alone is an end unto himself. Everything one tries to do for the common good ends in failure. Albert Camus		Saturday May 30, 2026
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Heaven is not reached at a single bound. But we build the ladder by which we rise. From the lowly earth to the vaulted skies, And we mount to its summit round by round. Josiah Gilbert Holland

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Josiah Gilbert Holland

Josiah Gilbert Holland

Josiah Gilbert Holland, (1819 - 1881), novelist and poet, born in Belchertown, Massachusetts, helped to found and edit Scribner's Monthly (afterwards the Century Magazine ), in which appeared his novels, Arthur Bonnicastle, The Story of Sevenoaks, Nicholas Minturn. In poetry he wrote "Bitter Sweet" (1858), "Kathrina", and many others.

Holland and his wife were frequent correspondents and family friends of poet Emily Dickinson.

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There is no great achievement that is not the result of patient working and waiting.

Music was a thing of the soul - A rose-lipped shell that murmured the eternal sea - A strange bird singing the songs of another shore.

Nature is the master of talents; Genius is the master of nature.

No one can disgrace us but ourselves.

The heart is wiser than the intellect.

There is no royal road to anything. One thing at a time, all things in succession. That which grows fast withers rapidly; That which grows slowly endures.

God give us men! A time like this demands. Strong minds, great hearts, true faith, and ready hands; Men whom the lust of office does not kill; Men whom the spoils of office cannot buy; Men who possess opinions and a will; Men who have honor; men who will not die.

Heaven is not reached at a single bound. But we build the ladder by which we rise. From the lowly earth to the vaulted skies, And we mount to its summit round by round.

Music is a thing of the soula roselipped shell that murmured of the eternal seaa strange bird singing the songs of another shore.

There is no royal road to anything. One thing at a time, all things in succession. That which grows fast, withers as rapidly. That which grows slowly, endures.

The soul, like the body, lives by what it feeds on.