You shall not pile, with servile toil, Your monuments upon my breast, Nor yet within the common soil Lay down the wreck of power to rest, Where man can boast that he has trod On him that was "the scourge of God." Edward Everett Hale More Quotes by Edward Everett Hale More Quotes From Edward Everett Hale How indifferent are men to this carpenter or that fisherman, who has no word to speak of adventure or of wealth, but has only the word of God to proclaim, and has no credentials but that he comes in the name of the Lord. Edward Everett Hale name god adventure men Do not blow your own trumpets nor, which is the same thing, ask other people to blow them. No trumpeter ever rose to be a general. Edward Everett Hale your own rose people You may take this as a general and central principle in criticism: that all science, literature or song, which recognizes conscious life as the ruling principle of the universe, is Christian. Edward Everett Hale you song life science Let a man live with God, not afraid to talk with him. Let him study God's plans and methods, as one of Michelangelo's pupils might study his. Edward Everett Hale live man study god Do well what you do. And do it conscious that you ought to be leaders among men. Edward Everett Hale well you conscious men Wrong fails because it is wrong. The wrongs, the untruths, are inconsistent with each other. They clash against each other and confute each other. They neutralize each other and are lost. Edward Everett Hale wrong against because lost
