Bryant Quotes

Truth crushed to earth shall rise again.

Autumn...the year's last, loveliest smile." [Indian Summer]

I don't like to give up on people when they need someone not to give up on them.

Don't bite off more than you can chew because nobody looks attractive spitting it back out.

No matter how many plans you make or how much in control you are, life is always winging it.

The shattering of a heart when being broken is the loudest quiet ever.

The moment you stop trying to become a better person, is the moment you start to become worse than what you already are.

And we wept that one so lovely should have a life so brief;

The only thing standing between you and your dreams is ... reluctance.

Know who you are, and be it. Know what you want, and go out and get it!

No one is more insufferable than he who lacks basic courtesy.

Do not make the mistake of thinking that you have to agree with people and their beliefs to defend them from injustice.

Use a condom. The world doesn't need another you.

Nothing is as it seems, but something is everything it is made out to be.

When people say they hate life, to what are they comparing it to? The alternative isn't any more appealing.

Everyting negative - pressure, challenges - is all an opportunity for me to rise.

Everyone in life has a purpose, even if it's to serve as a bad example

I never fail. It's just that the people around me succeed more than I.

The holiday village had sprung up in Bryant Park, and the ice rink and booths were bustling with early Christmas shoppers. It smelled like fried food and scented candles, mixed with the occasional blast of diesel from the traffic inching along 42nd Street. When I think of how New York City smells, this is it.

One of the most sincere forms of respect is actually listening to what another has to say.

Forget yourself and go to work.

Stop holding-on to the wrong people. Let them go on their own way; if not for you, then for them.

Girls are always complaining that they can never meet a nice guy. Nice guys are everywhere. The problem isn’t that there aren't any nice guys, the problem is that all of the nice guys are ugly.

Your suffering needs to be respected. Don't try to ignore the hurt, because it is real. Just let the hurt soften you instead of hardening you. Let the hurt open you instead of closing you. Let the hurt send you looking for those who will accept you instead of hiding from those who reject you.

The greatest joys in life are found not only in what we do and feel, but also in our quiet hopes and labors for others.

He who laughs last ... just didn't get the joke.

One of my rules is never to look sideways at what other people are doing but instead, do what I feel is right.

Some people make things happen. Some people watch things happen. And then there are those who wonder, 'What the hell just happened?

Mine, is a wicked world of pure fascinastion.

If you can sit with your pain, listen to your pain and respect your pain — in time you will move through your pain.

Who were you before the world told you what you were not?

I strive for perfection - I settle for satisfaction

And the yellow sunflower by the brook, in autumn beauty stood.

Within you, you will find everything you need to be complete.

The world is not fair, and often fools, cowards, liars and the selfish hide in high places. (p 57)

Behold the turtle. He makes progress only when he sticks his neck out.

Change happens very slow and very sudden.

There is no greater intelligence than kindness and empathy.

The mindset isn’t about seeking a result—it’s more about the process of getting to that result. It’s about the journey and the approach. It’s a way of life. I do think that it’s important, in all endeavors, to have that mentality.

The worst bullies you will ever encounter in your life are your own thoughts.

Love is a two-way street constantly under construction.

Corey Bryant sank into a great forgetful river, and that river was time, and its waters were red.

Your past is like a bag of bricks; set it down and walk away. Quit collecting every painful word, memory and mistake. Collect hope.

You can spend your life judging people or, you can spend it making friends. Take your pick.

The last word of love is ... goodbye.

You will be a beautiful person, as long as you see the beauty in others.

Most people do not actually know how to think for themselves, and unfortunately that prevents them from even knowing it.

Some people have abusive, negative, controlling tendencies in their blood; they are wired for havoc, bickering and deception.

A polite enemy is just as difficult to discredit, as a rude friend is to protect.

We are all damaged. We have all been hurt. We have all had to learn painful lessons. We are all recovering from some mistake, loss, betrayal, abuse, injustice or misfortune. All of life is a process of recovery that never ends. We each must find ways to accept and move through the pain and to pick ourselves back up. For each pang of grief, depression, doubt or despair there is an inverse toward renewal coming to you in time. Each tragedy is an announcement that some good will indeed come in time. Be patient with yourself.

Good manners are appreciated as much as bad manners are abhorred.

Love should feel like a hand sewn quilt made by grandma, wrapping you up on a cold winter morning.

Intelligence is being intelligent enough to know you're not so intelligent as you intelligently once thought.

Respectful communication under conflict or opposition is an essential and truly awe-inspiring ability.

Slap-stick comedy is really funny, unless you're the one getting slapped with the stick.

It was true that the city could still throw shadows filled with mystifying figures from its past, whose grip on the present could be felt on certain strange days, when the streets were dark with rain and harmful ideas.

Your life was meant for more than being a life-long doormat for deadbeats, losers, gossipers, nay-sayers, dream-crushers, energy vampires, users, abusers, ragers and passive-aggressive backstabbers.

If you are rude, cynical, habitually-sarcastic or pessimistic, your life options are going to be very limited.

You cannot save everyone. Some people are going to destroy themselves no matter how much you try to help them.

There is something beautiful in you seeking freedom.

The woman must be restored to her rightful place, as the strong, loving maternal leader of peace and reason.

Toxic relationships are dangerous to your health; they will literally kill you. Stress shortens your lifespan. Even a broken heart can kill you. There is an undeniable mind-body connection. Your arguments and hateful talk can land you in the emergency room or in the morgue. You were not meant to live in a fever of anxiety; screaming yourself hoarse in a frenzy of dreadful, panicked fight-or-flight that leaves you exhausted and numb with grief. You were not meant to live like animals tearing one another to shreds. Don't turn your hair gray. Don't carve a roadmap of pain into the sweet wrinkles on your face. Don't lay in the quiet with your heart pounding like a trapped, frightened creature. For your own precious and beautiful life, and for those around you — seek help or get out before it is too late. This is your wake-up call!

The ignoramus crow of "love it or leave it" omits other viable options, such as staying and changing it.

If you do not like a certain behavior in others, look within yourself to find the roots of what discomforts you.

If they're not going to respect you, then they best damn well fear you.

Charlotte: "It’s too bad they don’t give out diplomas for what you learn at the mall, because I could graduate with honors in that subject. No really. Since I’ve worked there, I’ve become an expert on all things shopping-related. For example, I can tell you right off who to distrust at the mall: 1) Skinny people who work at Cinnabon. I mean, if they’re not eating the stuff they sell, how good can it be? 2) The salesladies at department store makeup counters. No matter what they tell you, buying all that lip gloss will not make you look like the pouty models in the store posters. 3) And most importantly—my best friend’s boyfriend, Bryant, who showed up at the food court with a mysterious blonde draped on his arm.

A person who makes few mistakes makes little progress.

We believe we are the consumers, but we are the consumed.

Taking care of yourself is the most powerful way to begin to take care of others.

People use words to do battle and to hurt one another terribly, tragically and even mortally.

A lot of people say they want to be great, but they’re not willing to make the sacrifices necessary to achieve greatness. They have other concerns, whether important or not, and they spread themselves out. That’s totally fine. After all, greatness is not for everybody.

Suffering is one of life's great teachers.

This isn't your world. It's your parents. Your world is still out there, waiting to be discovered. Always remember that.

I live my life until I start the cycle of my dreams,then I leave and search for you until I die.When I come back,I live to remember,I live to find you

That’s not surprising to hear. Your daughter is definitely in love with me, Mrs. Bryant. She hasn't told me yet, but she will soon.

I have self-doubt. I have insecurity. I have fear of failure. I have nights when I show up at the arena and I'm like, 'My back hurts, my feet hurt, my knees hurt. I don't have it. I just want to chill.' We all have self-doubt. You don't deny it, but you also don't capitulate to it. You embrace it.

Choose thoughts that give you the emotions of being alive and excited about life.

Being alone is much better than being around negative people out of loneliness or desperation.

Believe in the wonderment of life, the magic of love, and the reality of death.

You have to make the decision to let go of the past if you want to move forward.

To have our needs met, to love, to be loved, to feel safe in this world and to each know our purpose, is a simple matter of creating those blessings for others.

Life moves forward. The old leaves wither, die and fall away, and the new growth extends forward into the light.

One of the most important things one can do in life is to brutally question every single thing you are taught.

Cool people are only cool for the first thirty minutes of knowing them. After that, they just become annoying.

We owe our very lives to the soil, and, as William Bryant Logan said, “the bodies we give it back are not payment enough.” Though, presumably, they are a start.

Unless someone is trying to help you, don't you dare, ever let anyone tell you who and what you are, because, on this planet, you are the unquestionable and supreme authority on — you.

You have to work hard in the dark to shine in the light

If you really want to be great at something you have to truly care about it. If you want to be great in a particular area, you have to obsess over it.

It's not how many times you fall. And it's not how many times you get back up. It's about how much money you have to pay people to admit that the whole incident didn't even occur to begin with.

Some people are so addicted to their misery that they will destroy anything that gets in the way of their fix.

To understand the journey you have to do the walking.

Every soul is beautiful and precious; is worthy of dignity and respect, and deserving of peace, joy and love.

Courteousness is consideration for others; politeness is the method used to deliver such considerations.

Kinsley Grace Bryant, you crazy beautiful loon, marry me so we can make hundreds of little soccer prodigies.

If anything goes bad, I did it. If anything goes semi-good, we did it. If anything goes really good, then you did it. That's all it takes to get people to win football games for you.

As your consciousness, refinement and pureness of heart expands you will become less judgmental, less corrective, less reactive, less black-and-white, less critical, less apt to blame and less tormented by others and their faults and views.

People who have had little self-reflection live life in a huge reality blind-spot.

Every journey begins with the first step of articulating the intention, and then becoming the intention.

friendship... it's such a leap of faith

A sin is nothing more than regret. Not for doing it once, but doing it again when you know you’re going to regret it.

Real love sometimes means saying goodbye.

When someone is suffering, there is a deep, visceral reaction in the core of our being, a flood of empathy and a frightfully desperate compulsion to give aid.

All discomfort comes from suppressing your true identity.

Do not let your grand ambitions stand in the way of small but meaningful accomplishments.

A person who is humble would never be abusive or selfish; so don't abuse yourself or withhold self-love or self-care.

Control is not humble; control is arrogant.

The reason time is always running out is because it has nothing else better to do.

Hope is believing in something that eludes you. It's a desperate feeling in a desperate situation.

I wasn’t willing to sacrifice my game, but I also wasn’t willing to sacrifice my family time. So I decided to sacrifice sleep, and that was that.

A moment of truth is very powerful. Instead of smiling to be polite, just frown. Instead of laughing when you are nervous or uncomfortable, just speak your truth. Instead of acting like everything is all right, proclaim it isn't alright, and talk about your feelings! Honor your truth. Honor yourself. Be real.

The storm is out there and every one of us must eventually face the storm. When the storm comes, pray that it will shake you to your roots and break you wide-open. Being broken open by the storm is your only hope. When you are broken open you get to discover for the first time what is inside you. Some people never get to see what is inside them; what beauty, what strength, what truth and love. They were never broken open by the storm. So, don't run from your pain — run into your pain. Let life's storm shatter you.

Let go of everything. That is how you get everything.

Your calm mind is the ultimate weapon against your challenges. So relax.

Protesting is never a disturbance of the peace. Corruption, injustice, war and intimidation are disturbances of the peace.

We must quit thinking we know everything, and quit placing "knowledge" over kindness and compassion.

You can know something is a lie when it has no love in it.

One should never give up on hope. Unless that's the name of the girl who cheated on you in which case, yeah, give her up.

I'm either on the cusp of greatness or the edge of insanity.

You are the guiding star of someone's existence

Those times when you get up early and you work hard; those times when you stay up late and you work hard; those times when you don’t feel like working, you’re too tired, you don’t want to push yourself, but you do it anyway; that is actually the dream. That’s the dream. It’s not the destination, it’s the journey.

Women do not need a knight in shining armor or a Prince Charming to come to their rescue.

Cowboy up, cupcake.

When you give others a new chance, a new chance is really being given to you.

Real spirituality is about getting the bullshit out of your life and getting real.

If you cannot be open-minded, then you do not possess your ideas, your ideas possess you.

There is a difference between giving-up and strategic disengagement. Know the difference.

you can manipulate an opponent’s strength and use it against them.

The problem with a lot people is, they are more concerned about their image than they are about their reputation. It should be the other way around.

Don't run from your pain — run into your pain.

You will be a different person after the storm, because the storm will heal you from your perfection.

Misery loves good company, so if you are surrounded with drama, gossip and fools you may want to consider that you are presently at risk of becoming one of them.

There is a deep interconnectedness of all life on earth, from the tiniest organisms, to the largest ecosystems, and absolutely between each person.

We must be free, but to have real freedom, you must be wild and free yourself.

We must plant trees, grow gardens instead of lawns, ride bicycles when we can and support responsible local businesses over big brands.

If you are lonely when you are alone, you are in poor company.

When the storm rips you to pieces, you have to decide how to put yourself back together again.

Good coaches tell you where the fish are, great coaches teach you how to find them.

Luck is the bastard child of Fate and Destiny.

I feel like I am either on the cusp of something great, or standing on the edge of my abyss, discovering something brand new, or uncovering somebody elses lost imagination.

If you could sum up your life in one sentence, then you didn’t live much of a life.

Heroes come and go, but legends are forever.

If you want to be a better player, you have to prepare, prepare, and prepare some more.

Crisis is what suppressed pain looks like; it always comes to the surface. It shakes you into reflection and healing.

A mistake made by many people with great convictions is that they will let nothing stand in the way of their views, not even kindness.

Our minds have been poisoned and our accepted beliefs are unnatural and artificial.

The only aspect that can’t change, though, is that obsession.

The common person fears to think beyond the common.

Change comes from confrontation. You have to be confronted or confront yourself.

Enthusiasm is the energy and force that builds literal momentum of the human soul and mind.

Having a sense of purpose is having a sense of self. A course to plot is a destination to hope for.

Today I feel like I did tomorrow.

Rest at the end, not in the middle

To live a wonderful life create more, buy less, hug more, scold less, give more, take less, forgive more, worry less and be grateful everyday for life.

Our identities are tremendously warped and distorted by yesterday's trauma and tomorrow's expectations.

Know yourself. Be yourself. Love yourself. Seek goodness and be goodness. Seek beauty and be beauty. Seek love and be love.

Ambition is not what a man would do, but what a man does, for ambition without action is fantasy.

Mary approaches her before she is able to reach her station. "Hello Lily. Get anything special for Christmas?" "Just the usual." She answers. "Shattered dreams.

Smoking will probably kill me, but so will natural selection.

I believe in love. Unfortunately, it doesn't believe me. Lust, on the other hand, is a nagging wife poking constantly at my DNA.

The intimate space of your personal life should be reserved for amazing, beautiful, radiant souls — good, wholesome and loving people.

The more evolved you are the less you will agree or disagree with others, and the more you will gently sift through the fullness of what people are offering and gratefully take only what you need.

Information is controlled because the free flow of truth is not always expedient for those wishing to maintain control.

One of the fastest ways you can profoundly change your life is to rid yourself of toxic people.

Cynicism is one of the terrible obstacles to progress.

There is nothing more powerful and nothing more dangerously beautiful than a free mind.

We must reprogram ourselves to understand that cooperation is a higher principle than competition.

Assaults against women and children are assaults against any potential positive future for the world.

There is no need to masturbate your brain, just to ejaculate your thoughts all over the place

You can push my buttons all you want. Just don't pull any of my levers.

When everyone else was thinking it was time for bed, his mind was telling him it’s time to get ahead of the competition.

Why do his words get to come out all flawlessly Times New Roman, and mine are, like, Wingdings?

Like love, people don't live inside of life, life lives inside of you. Open yourselves upto it and there's no stopping your heart.

So live, that when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan which moves To that mysterious realm where each shall take His chamber in the silent halls of death, Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night,Scourged to his dungeon; but, sustain'd and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave,Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams." Thanatopsis

You cannot avoid what you fear because what you fear is inside of you.

Painful truth is better than a pleasant lie.

Healthy surrender means allowing yourself to "be" rather than being in a constant state of want.

The struggle to excavate your true, authentic self from beneath the mountain of conditioning and ridiculous expectation is the epic struggle of your lifetime.

All defensiveness and emotional tumult is a fear response because of your need for acceptance and ruthless control of the territory of your safe fantasy world.

Staying in an unhealthy relationship can keep a person from finding their own way and moving to the next level of their own path — and that person could even be you.

Being a good person has nothing to do with allowing people to destroy you.

The further you are challenged and threatened, the more your warrior heart will emerge.

Reach deep within, and reconnect with the essence of your being.

The ability to forgive is one of man’s greatest achievements.

Knowledge may be power, but half of what I know I wish I could forget.

You cannot prevent a war by starting a war.

It's not adviseable to always go around doubting others all the time. However, it is logical.

Saddle Club Forever!" Stevie, Carole, and Lisa said.

The best practice is to be around people who absolutely disagree. Grace in conflict is a study in love.

If you relax your mind, it can begin working for you.

We have all suffered losses and pain, but no loss is greater than a life lost holding-on to a painful past.

A good place to begin, is to forgive yourself for judging in the first place.

I hate the endless admonishments of a nanny state that lives in fear of its lawyers. While colonies of dim-witted traffic wardens swarm about looking for minor parking infringements, nobody seems to notice that our very social fabric is falling apart.

There is a difference between being broke and being poor. Being broke is a temporary economic situation, but being poor is disabling frame of mind, and a depressed condition of one's spirit, and we must all vow to never, ever be poor again.

What I mean by that is: if I wanted to implement something new into my game, I’d see it and try incorporating it immediately. I wasn’t scared of missing, looking bad, or being embarrassed. That’s because I always kept the end result, the long game, in my mind. I always focused on the fact that I had to try something to get it, and once I got it, I’d have another tool in my arsenal. If the price was a lot of work and a few missed shots, I was OK with that.

Crying is like a thundershower for the soul. The air feels so wonderful after the rain. Don’t think too much. Breathe. Don’t be harsh or demanding on yourself. Just experience your feelings and know that your tears are announcing change in your life. Change is coming; like a summer rain — to wash away your pain. Have faith that things are getting better.

I think a person can do one of two things in life ... make your own choices despite the past or let your past make your choices for you. Very few poeple go through life completely untouched by something bad. It's just up to the individual on how much of that bad you want to define who you are where it should be that YOU define who you are.

The beauty of being shattered is how the shards become our character and our marks of distinction. This is how we are refined by our pain. When the storm rips you to pieces, you get to decide how to put yourself back together again. The storm gives us the gift of our defining choices. You will be a different person after the storm, because the storm will heal you from your perfection. People who stay perfect and unblemished never really get to live fully or deeply. You will not be the same after the storms of life; you will be stronger, wiser and more alive than ever before!

Patience is the mother of joy. It is through patience that we can endure each others company long enough to fall in love, through patience that we can cooperate in a task, through patience that we can go from abysmally bad to almost all right, through patience that we can restrain ourselves from wasting our lives in anger and disappointment. The patient person waits, listens, expects, hopes, nurtures, cares, remembers, speaks, trusts, and is courteous. The impatient person demands, gets angry, hurries, presumes, is careless, despairs, forgets, complains, distrusts, disrupts.

DEAR MAMA, I’m sorry it’s taken me so long to write. Every time I try to write to you and Papa I realize I’m not saying the things that are in my heart. That would be O.K., if I loved you any less than I do, but you are still my parents and I am still your child. I have friends who think I’m foolish to write this letter. I hope they’re wrong. I hope their doubts are based on parents who loved and trusted them less than mine do. I hope especially that you’ll see this as an act of love on my part, a sign of my continuing need to share my life with you. I wouldn’t have written, I guess, if you hadn’t told me about your involvement in the Save Our Children campaign. That, more than anything, made it clear that my responsibility was to tell you the truth, that your own child is homosexual, and that I never needed saving from anything except the cruel and ignorant piety of people like Anita Bryant. I’m sorry, Mama. Not for what I am, but for how you must feel at this moment. I know what that feeling is, for I felt it for most of my life. Revulsion, shame, disbelief—rejection through fear of something I knew, even as a child, was as basic to my nature as the color of my eyes. No, Mama, I wasn’t “recruited.” No seasoned homosexual ever served as my mentor. But you know what? I wish someone had. I wish someone older than me and wiser than the people in Orlando had taken me aside and said, “You’re all right, kid. You can grow up to be a doctor or a teacher just like anyone else. You’re not crazy or sick or evil. You can succeed and be happy and find peace with friends—all kinds of friends—who don’t give a damn who you go to bed with. Most of all, though, you can love and be loved, without hating yourself for it.” But no one ever said that to me, Mama. I had to find it out on my own, with the help of the city that has become my home. I know this may be hard for you to believe, but San Francisco is full of men and women, both straight and gay, who don’t consider sexuality in measuring the worth of another human being. These aren’t radicals or weirdos, Mama. They are shop clerks and bankers and little old ladies and people who nod and smile to you when you meet them on the bus. Their attitude is neither patronizing nor pitying. And their message is so simple: Yes, you are a person. Yes, I like you. Yes, it’s all right for you to like me too. I know what you must be thinking now. You’re asking yourself: What did we do wrong? How did we let this happen? Which one of us made him that way? I can’t answer that, Mama. In the long run, I guess I really don’t care. All I know is this: If you and Papa are responsible for the way I am, then I thank you with all my heart, for it’s the light and the joy of my life. I know I can’t tell you what it is to be gay. But I can tell you what it’s not. It’s not hiding behind words, Mama. Like family and decency and Christianity. It’s not fearing your body, or the pleasures that God made for it. It’s not judging your neighbor, except when he’s crass or unkind. Being gay has taught me tolerance, compassion and humility. It has shown me the limitless possibilities of living. It has given me people whose passion and kindness and sensitivity have provided a constant source of strength. It has brought me into the family of man, Mama, and I like it here. I like it. There’s not much else I can say, except that I’m the same Michael you’ve always known. You just know me better now. I have never consciously done anything to hurt you. I never will. Please don’t feel you have to answer this right away. It’s enough for me to know that I no longer have to lie to the people who taught me to value the truth. Mary Ann sends her love. Everything is fine at 28 Barbary Lane. Your loving son, MICHAEL

To him who in the love of Nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language; for his gayer hours She has a voice of gladness, and a smile And eloquence of beauty, and she glides Into his darker musings, with a mild And healing sympathy, that steals away Their sharpness, ere he is aware. When thoughts Of the last bitter hour come like a blight Over thy spirit, and sad images Of the stern agony, and shroud, and pall, And breathless darkness, and the narrow house, Make thee to shudder, and grow sick at heart;— Go forth, under the open sky, and list To Nature’s teachings, while from all around— Earth and her waters, and the depths of air— Comes a still voice— Yet a few days, and thee The all-beholding sun shall see no more In all his course; nor yet in the cold ground, Where thy pale form was laid, with many tears, Nor in the embrace of ocean, shall exist Thy image. Earth, that nourished thee, shall claim Thy growth, to be resolved to earth again, And, lost each human trace, surrendering up Thine individual being, shalt thou go To mix for ever with the elements, To be a brother to the insensible rock And to the sluggish clod, which the rude swain Turns with his share, and treads upon. The oak Shall send his roots abroad, and pierce thy mould. Yet not to thine eternal resting-place Shalt thou retire alone, nor couldst thou wish Couch more magnificent. Thou shalt lie down With patriarchs of the infant world—with kings, The powerful of the earth—the wise, the good, Fair forms, and hoary seers of ages past, All in one mighty sepulchre. The hills Rock-ribbed and ancient as the sun,—the vales Stretching in pensive quietness between; The venerable woods—rivers that move In majesty, and the complaining brooks That make the meadows green; and, poured round all, Old Ocean’s gray and melancholy waste,— Are but the solemn decorations all Of the great tomb of man. The golden sun, The planets, all the infinite host of heaven, Are shining on the sad abodes of death, Through the still lapse of ages. All that tread The globe are but a handful to the tribes That slumber in its bosom.—Take the wings Of morning, pierce the Barcan wilderness, Or lose thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound, Save his own dashings—yet the dead are there: And millions in those solitudes, since first The flight of years began, have laid them down In their last sleep—the dead reign there alone. So shalt thou rest, and what if thou withdraw In silence from the living, and no friend Take note of thy departure? All that breathe Will share thy destiny. The gay will laugh When thou art gone, the solemn brood of care Plod on, and each one as before will chase His favorite phantom; yet all these shall leave Their mirth and their employments, and shall come And make their bed with thee. As the long train Of ages glide away, the sons of men, The youth in life’s green spring, and he who goes In the full strength of years, matron and maid, The speechless babe, and the gray-headed man— Shall one by one be gathered to thy side, By those, who in their turn shall follow them. So live, that when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan, which moves To that mysterious realm, where each shall take His chamber in the silent halls of death, Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night, Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave, Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.