Canst thou not minister to a mind diseased, Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow... And with some sweet oblivious antidote Cleanse the stuff'd bosom of that perilous stuff Which weighs upon the heart? - William Shakespeare
Let this little book be thy friend, if, owing to fortune or through thine own fault, thou canst not find a dearer companion. - Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
Go where thou wilt, thou canst not go out of thy Father's ground. - Thomas Boston
This above all: to thine own self be true; And it must follow, as the night the day; Thou canst not then be false to any man. - William Shakespeare
Doubt 'til thou canst doubt no more...doubt is thought and thought is life. Systems which end doubt are devices for drugging thought. - Albert Guerard
To thine own self be true, and it must follow, as the night the day, thou canst not then be false to any man.
Death be not proud, though some have called theeMighty and dreadfull, for thou art not so,For, those, whom thou thinkst, thou dost overthrow, die not, poor death, nor yet canst thou kill me. - John Donne
Music, oh, how faint, how weak,Language fades before thy spell!Why should Feeling ever speak,When thou canst breathe her soul so well? - Thomas Moore
Endeavor to be always patient of the faults and imperfections of others for thou has many faults and imperfections of thine own that require forbearance. If thou are not able to make thyself that which thou wishest, how canst thou expect to mold another in conformity to thy will? - Thomas a Kempis
To thine own self be true -; And it must follow as the night the day; Thou canst not be false to any man - William Shakespeare
Neither a borrower nor a lender be; For loan oft loses both itself and friend, And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry. This above all: to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man. - William Shakespeare
Judge not; the workings of his brainAnd of his heart thou canst not see;What looks to thy dim eyes a stain,In God's pure light may only beA scar, brought from some well-won field,Where thou wouldst only faint and yield. - Adelaide Anne Procter