Though free to think and act, we are held together, like the stars in the firmament, with ties inseparable. These ties cannot be seen, but we can feel them.
You have enemies? Why, it is the story of every man who has done a great deed or created a new idea.
To love is to act.
There were no second acts in American lives.
The example of great and pure characters is the only thing that can produce fine ideas and noble deeds.
The act of birth is the source and prototype of the affect of anxiety.
Surely we have always acted; it is an instinct inherent in all of us. Some of us are better at it than others, but we all do it.
Since all motives at bottom are selfish and ignoble, we may judge acts and qualities only be their effects.
Poetry is an act of peace. Peace goes into the making of a poem as flour goes into the making of bread.
Our acts make or mar us, we are the children of our own deeds.
Commitment is an act, not a word.
Arrange whatever pieces come your way.
