author (1864-1948)
The best way for you to gain confidence is to prepare so well on something ... that there can be little chance to fail.
FRANK CUMMINS LOCKWOOD
Public Speaking Today
The ultimate fact of the universe is love; and its sway is all-comprehensive, and absolutely certain of final victory.
FRANK CUMMINS LOCKWOOD
Robert Browning
The passage from the realm of morals into the realm of religion is but a step; for the energy that we have found so persistent in the soul of man, urging him to purity, and service, and perfect love, is the same energy which, outside and above the soul of man, we name God.
FRANK CUMMINS LOCKWOOD
Robert Browning
Man ever is and always shall be blessed; for he loves, and love is an onward current that never ebbs; and borne upon this current humanity will at last make its far, fair haven; and meanwhile, as it voyages, it will find the course not too rough, but glorified by frequent halcyon days and calm nights set with stars.
FRANK CUMMINS LOCKWOOD
Robert Browning
There was nothing particularly distinctive of the poet in Browning's personal appearance or the outward circumstances of his life. There was no false glamour about the man; nothing meretricious or sensational, little that was even romantic or exceptional. He was not like Burns, afflicted with poverty or swayed by ill-regulated passions; nor like the proud, morbid, and willful Byron, given over to reckless and dissolute courses; nor like the visionary and ill-starred Shelley, consumed in the feverish pursuit of impossible ideals of beauty; nor like Keats, struck down in his young manhood with the dreams of his youth unfulfilled. He lacked the shyness and the somberness of Hawthorne, the picturesqueness and melancholy of Tennyson, and the leonine fury, titanic energy, and tumultuousness of Landor. His position in life was so assured, his fortunes so even, his circumstances so above pity and beneath envy, that his career seems commonplace rather than exciting and captivating.
FRANK CUMMINS LOCKWOOD
Robert Browning
We do not reject the song that makes the blood dance faster through our veins, or the lyric that thrills us with its sensuous beauty, or the romantic tale that fills up some painful or languorous hour, or the ode that sometimes, lapping our spirits in forgetfulness or summer dreams, brings us welcome reprieve from life's "sore spell of toil." But our unstinted and undying gratitude we reserve for the poet who, finding us disconsolate, comforts us; who, finding us disheartened and ready to yield, sounds the note of advance for us; who, finding us recreant to our trust and disloyal to our aspirations, uncovers for us once more the ideal that has been temporarily obscured. It is he who stays our feet amid the whirling waters of temptation; who sets the stars of faith and love and hope in our benighted sky, and who whispers to us in our lonely and nerveless moments of despair the heartening message of God and immortality.
FRANK CUMMINS LOCKWOOD
Robert Browning
The common ground where the activities of God and man become one is the motive of perfect love; for in the last resolve love is the essence of God's nature. When he thinks, love is his thought; when he wills, love is the product of his will. To the degree, therefore, that man thinks and wills the good--to the degree that he realizes love in his finite dealings--he interfuses himself with God.
FRANK CUMMINS LOCKWOOD
Robert Browning