Tell me, ye wingèd winds That round my pathway roar, Know ye not some spot Where mortals weep no more? — Charles Mackay Copy Share Image
But the sunshine aye shall light the sky, As round and round we run; And the truth shall ever come uppermost, And justice shall be done. — Charles Mackay Copy Share Image
Men, it has been well said, think in herds; it will be seen that they go mad in herds, while they only recover their… — Charles Mackay Copy Share Image
An arrow may fly through the air and leave no trace; but an ill thought leaves a trail like a serpent. — Charles Mackay Copy Share Image
“Oh, you tears, I'm thankful that you run. Though you trickle in the darkness, You shall glitter in the sun. The rainbow could not… — Charles Mackay Copy Share Image
There is no such thing as death. In nature nothing dies. From each sad remnant of decay, some forms of life arise so shall… — Charles Mackay Copy Share Image
The study of the errors into which great minds have fallen in the pursuit of truth can never be uninstructive. . . No man… — Charles Mackay Copy Share Image
Truth . . . and if mine eyes Can bear its blaze, and trace its symmetries, Measure its distance, and its advent wait, I… — Charles Mackay Copy Share Image
Nations, like individuals, cannot become desperate gamblers with impunity. Punishment is sure to overtake them sooner or later. — Charles Mackay Copy Share Image
“We find that whole communities suddenly fix their minds upon one object, and go mad in its pursuit; that millions of people become simultaneously… — Charles MacKay Copy Share Image
Tell me, ye wingèd winds That round my pathway roar, Know ye not some spot Where mortals weep no more? — Charles Mackay Copy Share Image
War in men's eyes shall be A monster of iniquity In the good time coming. Nations shall not quarrel then, To prove which is… — Charles Mackay Copy Share Image
He who has mingled in the fray of duty that the brave endure, must have made foes. If you have none, small is the… — Charles Mackay Copy Share Image
