Edwin Markham Quotes

He drew a circle that shut me out- Heretic, rebel, a thing to flout. But love and I had the wit to win: We drew a circle and took him In!

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.

He fed his spirit with the bread of books

They drew a line that shut me out, Heretic, rebel, a thing to flout! But love and I had the wit to win We drew a circle and brought them in.

For all your years prepare, And meet them ever alike; When you are the anvil, bear-- When you are the hammer, strike.

Choices are the hinges of destiny

For all your days prepare, And meet them ever alike: When you are the anvil, bear-When you are the hammer, strike.

There is a destiny that makes us brother. None goes his way alone. All that we wend into the lives of others, comes back into our own.

The sequoias belong to the silences of the milleniums. Many of them have seen a hundred human generations rise, give off their little clamors and perish. They seem indeed to be forms of immortality standing here amoing the transitory shapes of time.

Fight ever on: this earthly stuff If used God’s way will be enough. Face to the firing line o friend Fight out life’s battle to the end. One soldier, when the fight was red, Threw down his broken sword and fled. Another snatched it, won the day, With what his comrade flung away.

Edwin Markham’s “Outwitted”: He drew the circle that shut me out— Heretic, rebel, a thing to flout. But love and I had the wit to win: We drew a circle that took him in!

All that we send into the lives of others comes back into our own.

Charles Edwin Anson Markham (April 23, 1852 - March 7, 1940) was an American poet.. "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!" Markham, Edwin

We have committed the Golden Rule to memory; let us now commit it to life.

poet Edwin Markham wrote, There is a destiny that makes us brothers None goes his way alone. All that we send into the lives of others Comes back into our own.

Edwin Markham wrote, There is a destiny that makes us brothers: None goes his way alone: All that we send into the lives of others Comes back into our own.17

Some momentary touches of my fire Have warmed the barren ages with a beam: There is no peak beyond my swift desire, There is no beauty deeper than my dream.

Shall then this man go hungry, here in lands Blest by his honor, builded by his hands? Do something for him: let him never be Forgotten: let him have his daily bread: He who has fed us, let him now be fed. Let us remember his tragic lot— Remember, or else be ourselves forgot! —Edwin Markham, “The Forgotten Man” (1932) I

Choices are the hinges of destiny. Edwin Markham

the poem is by Edwin Markham, and misremembering, Helen Granger quotes it slightly off. It originally ran: "He drew a circle that shut me out. Heretic, rebel, a thing to flout. But love and I had the wit to win; We drew a circle that took him in.

He drew a circle that shut me out— Heretic, rebel, a thing to flout. But love and I had the wit to win: We drew a circle that took him in! —EDWIN MARKHAM

She comes like the hush and beauty of the night, And sees too deep for laughter; Her touch is a vibration and a light From worlds before and after.

None goes his way alone: All that we send into the lives of others Comes back into our own. —Edwin Markham