Only the actions of the just smell sweet and blossom in the dust.
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- There is no armor against fate.
- Thought is the blossom; language the bud; action the fruit behind it.
- And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.
- It was prettily devised of Aesop, The fly sat on the axle tree of the chariot wheel and said, what dust do I raise!
- We are responsible for what we are, and whatever we wish ourselves to be, we have the power to make ourselves. If what we are now has been the result of our own past actions, it certainly follows that whatever we wish to be in future can be produced by our present actions; so we have to know how to act.
- As one acts and conducts himself, so does he become. The doer of good becomes good. The doer of evil becomes evil. One becomes virtuous by virtuous action, bad by bad action.