Be Humble, If Thou Would'st Attain To Wisdom. Be Humbler Still, When Wisdom Thou Hast Mastered.
The Modest Rose Puts Forth A Thorn,the Humble Sheep A Threat'ning Horn:while The Lily White Shall In Love Delight,nor A Thorn Nor A Threat Stain Her Beauty Bright.
The More Humble A Man Is Before God The More He Will Be Exalted; The More Humble He Is Before Man, The More He Will Get Rode Roughshod.
Be Humble, Be Grateful, Give Back, Share, Pay It Forward, Chase Your Dreams, Go For It, And Take A Moment To Remember Where It Is All From.
When We Will All See Our Role In Society As Servants, We Will All Light Up The Sky Together Like Countless Stars On A Dark Night. Don’t Think Of Society As The Sky On A Full Moon Night. The Moon’s Harsh Light Blinds Us To The True And Humble Work Of The Stars. But On A Moonless Night, The True Servants Shine Forth, As Though They Are Connected Invisibly In This Vast And Infinite Cosmos.
Be Humble And Say Okay, All Right, I Have To Prep Myself. So Everybody Prepped, And We Finished The Film [valerian ] Four Days Before The End.
If I Was Freer Than I Had Ever Been In My Life, I Was Not Yet Entirely Free, For I Still Hung On To An Idea That Had Been Set Deep In Me By All My Schooling So Far: I Was A Bright Boy And I Ought To Make Something Out Of Myself... Something Else That Would Be A Cut Or Two Above My Humble Origins.
The Real Work Of Planet-saving Will Be Small, Humble, And Humbling, And (insofar As It Involves Love) Pleasing And Rewarding. Its Jobs Will Be Too Many To Count, Too Many To Report, Too Many To Be Publicly Noticed Or Rewarded, Too Small To Make Anyone Rich Or Famous.
Professional Standards, The Standards Of Ambition And Selfishness, Are Always Sliding Downward Toward Expense, Ostentation, And Mediocrity. They Tend Always To Narrow The Ground Of Judgment. But Amateur Standards, The Standards Of Love, Are Always Straining Upward Toward The Humble And The Best. They Enlarge The Ground Of Judgment. The Context Of Love Is The World.
Love Is Never Abstract. It Does Not Adhere To The Universe Or The Planet Or The Nation Or The Institution Or The Profession, But To The Singular Sparrows Of The Street, The Lilies Of The Field, "to The Least Of These My Brethren." Love Is Not, By Its Own Desire, Heroic. It Is Heroic Only When Compelled To Be. It Exists By Its Willingness To Be Anonymous, Humble, And Unrewarded.
Keep Trying. Stay Humble, Trust Your Instincts. Most Importantly, Act. When You Come To A Fork In The Road, Take It.
Perhaps The Chief Requirement Of [the Conductor] Is That He Be Humble Before The Composer; That He Never Interpose Himself Between The Music And The Audience; That All His Efforts, However Strenuous Or Glamorous, Be Made In The Service Of The Composer's Meaning - The Music Itself, Which, After All, Is The Whole Reason For The Conductor's Existence.
