As we come marching, marching, we battle too for men,For they are women's children, and we mother them again.Our lives shall not be sweated from birth until life closes;Hearts starve as well as bodies; give us bread, but give us roses!
As we go marching, marching, we bring the greater days,The rising of the women means the rising of the race.No more the drudge and idler, ten that toil where one reposes,But a sharing of life's glories: Bread and roses, bread and roses.
To be a godFirst I must be a god-maker:We are what we create.
Would you end war? Create great Peace.
Free men set themselves free.
A faith like Lincoln's would transform the world!
Hearts starve as well as bodies; give us bread, but give us roses.
They can only set free men free...And there is no need of that:Free men set themselves free.
Man's the bad child of the universe
We age inevitably:The old joys fade and are gone:And at last comes equanimity and the flame burning clear.
The fool is looking for happiness far away. The wise man makes it grow under his feet.
Quick as a hummingbird...she darts so eagerly, swiftly, sweetly dipping into the flowers of my heart.
The foolish man seeks happiness in the distance; the wise grows it under his feet.