April 23, 1852|
Oregon City, Oregon
|Died||March 7, 1940
Bowed by the weight of centuries he leans upon his hoe and gazes on the ground, the emptiness of ages in his face, and on his back the burden of the world.
Defeat may serve as well as victory to shake the soul and let the glory out.
For all your days be prepared, and meet them ever alike. When you are the anvil, bear – when you are the hammer, strike.
There is a destiny which makes us brothers; none goes his way alone. All that we send into the lives of others comes back into our own.
Oft when the white, still dawn lifted the skies and pushed the hills apart, I have felt it like a glory in my heart.
To throw oneself to the side of the oppressed is the only dignified thing to do in life.
Ah, great it is to believe the dream as we stand in youth by the starry stream; but a greater thing is to fight life through and say at the end, the dream is true!
The thing that is incredible is life itself. Why should we be here in this sun-illuminated universe? Why should there be green earth under our feet?