Samuel Ullman Quotes
Maturity is the ability to think, speak and act your feelings within the bounds of dignity. The measure of your maturity is how spiritual you become during the midst of your frustrations.
I dreamt of the right of the untrammeled sea,
Of the earth's open ports and marts;
I dreamt of speech and mind set free,
Glowing science and its fostering arts,
The aftermath of cruel strife,
The coming of higher life.
When the aerials are down, and your spirit is covered with snows of cynicism and the ice of pessimism, then you are grown old, even at twenty, but as long as your aerials are up, to catch the waves of optimism, there is hope you may die young at eighty.
I must not tire, I must not fail,
when the need of me is so great; doubt
and fear shall not restrain me in my
effort to open the eyes of men.
Whether sixty or sixteen, there is in every human being's heart the lure of wonder, the unfailing child-like appetite of what's next, and the joy of the game of living.
Variant: Whether seventy or sixteen, there is in every being’s heart a love of wonder; the sweet amazement at the stars and starlike things and thoughts; the undaunted challenge of events, the unfailing childlike appetite for what comes next, and the joy in the game of life.
They call for love but are met with hate..
I am the key that parts the gates of Fame,
I am the cloak that covers cowering shame!
I am the goal that limits every race,
I am the storm-tossed spirit's resting place -
The messenger of sure and swift relief!
Recieved with wailings, tears and speechless grief,
The friend of those that have no friend but me!
I break all chains and set all captives free -
I am the cloud that shrouds the course you've run!
An instant veil upon the work you've done!
I am the brooding hush that follows strife,
The waking from a dream that man calls life.
In the center of your heart and my heart there is a wireless station; so long as it receives messages of beauty, hope, cheer, courage and power from men and from the infinite, so long are you young.
Methinks that life is more than creed,
Is more than dust or craving lust.
Are hopes but dreams that fail in need,
That fly away like mist and dust?
Youth is not a time of life; it is a state of mind; it is not a matter of rosy cheeks, red lips and supple knees; it is a matter of the will, quality of the imagination, a vigor of the emotions; it is the freshness of the deep springs of life.
Our lives will gain
Through woe and pain,
Grow fuller by the strife,
So will the soul
Of life's great whole
Make paths to higher life.
We ache with weights of mysteries
Our ears hear voices from the infinite,
That takes the hushed soul captive.
We stand beside the open grave,
We look and ask is this the end?
Will our hopes and plans to ashes turn
Does the path of right end in gloom?
Nobody grows old merely by living a number of years. We grow old by deserting our ideals. Years may wrinkle the skin, but to give up enthusiasm wrinkles the soul.
Variant: Years may wrinkle the skin, but to give up enthusiasm wrinkles the soul. Worry, fear, self-distrust bows the heart and turns the spirit back to dust.
I want no sad lamenting tears
When I set sail to sea,
No stifled cries or heaving sighs
To speed me to eternity:
No crepe or dreary garments worn
To make my going sad,
But have them white: Something bright:
Discard old custom's fad.
I want no dirge sung for me
When I am gone away,
Play something grand, by loving hands
To make a good glad day.
And let no words be said for me
Thay, "He is dead and gone"
But only say, "He left today
He journeyed out and on."
And if some parting tears are shed,
Just make them all of joy.
Have no regret, be glad we met,
And say, "Good ship, Ahoy."
