When the fruit of your service is out of all proportion to…

When we love and want nothing but good for that person, it's one of the greatest gifts we possess.

— Anne Rice

“The fruit of Service is Love…”

— Raj Doctor

The fruit of love is service. The fruit of service is peace. And peace begins with a smile.

— Mother Teresa

And, inasmuch [as] most good things are produced by labour, it follows that all such things of right belong to those whose labour has…

— Abraham Lincoln

In any given society the authority of man over man runs in inverse proportion to the intellectual development of that society.

— Pierre-Joseph Proudhon

As it can be maintained that all the great advances have come from men under forty, so the history of the world shows that…

— William Osler

By measuring the proportion of children living with the same parents from birth and whether their parents report a good quality relationship we are…

— Iain Duncan Smith

I have thoroughly tried school-keeping, and found that my expenses were in proportion, or rather out of proportion, to my income,for I was obliged…

— Henry David Thoreau

“But the secret of good writing is to strip every sentence to its cleanest components. Every words that serves no function, every long word…

— William Zinsser

...a writer's works, like the water in an artesian well, mount to a height which is in proportion to the depth to which suffering…

— Marcel Proust

In proportion as our inward life fails, we go more constantly and desperately to the post office. You may depend on it, that the…

— Henry David Thoreau

The risk of developing carcinoma of the lung increases steadily as the amount smoked increases. If the risk among non-smokers is taken as unity…

— Richard Doll

To behave creatively in art means behavior with skill; and skill comes from discipline, not derangement. The artist who knows the rules -and proportion…

— Burne Hogarth

The majority is never right. Never, I tell you! That's one of these lies in society that no free and intelligent man can help…

— Henrik Ibsen

Poetry fettered, fetters the human race. Nations are destroyed or flourish in proportion as their poetry, painting, and music are destroyed or flourish.

— William Blake