Ideals and Life
Other men live to eat, while I eat to live.
—Socrates (ca. 470-399 B.C. Greek philosopher)
It is great to be great, but it is greater to be human.
—Samuel Rogers (1763-1855 British poet)
No man is useless in this world who lightens the burden of someone else.
—Charles Dickens (1812-1870 British novelist)
Man can survive only when he has the substance, man can live only when he has ideal… Animals survive while men live.
—Victor Marie Hugo (1802-1885 French poet and novelist)
Living without an aim is like sailing without a compass.
—Alexandre Dumas (1802-1870 French novelist and playwright)
Every dogma has its day, but ideals are eternal.
—Isreal Zangwill (1864-1926 British playwright and novelist)
The ideals which have lighted my way, and time after time have given me new courage to face life cheerfully have been kindness, beauty and truth.
—Albert Einstein (1879-1955 American physicist)
Ideal is the beacon. Without ideal, there is no secure direction; without direction, there is no life.
—Count Lev Nikolaevich Tolstoy (1828-1910 Russian novelist and philosopher)
Ideals are like the stars — we never reach them, but like mariners, we chart our course by them.
—Carl Schurz (1829-1906 German-born American statesman)
Ideals must work through the brains and the arms of good and brave men, or they are no better than dreams.
—Ralph Waldo Emerson (1830-1882 American esnnyisit and poet)
The only limit to our realization of tomorrow will be our doubts of today.
—Franklin Delano Roosevelt (1882-1945 32nd President of the United States)
The man with a new idea is a crank until the idea succeeds.
—Mark Twain (Samuel Langhorne Clemens 1835-1910 American humorist)
Do not, for one repulse, give up the purpose that you resolved to effect.
—William Shakespeare (1564-1616 British playwright and poet)
If you would go up high, then use your own legs! Do not let yourselves be carried aloft; do not seat yourselves on other people’s backs and heads.
—Friedrich Wilhelm Nietzsche (1844-1900 German philosopher)
If winter comes, can spring be far behind?
—Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792-1822 British poet)