John Boyle O'Reilly
John Boyle O'Reilly
John Boyle O'Reillywas an Irish-born poet, journalist and fiction writer. As a youth in Ireland, he was a member of the Irish Republican Brotherhood, or Fenians, for which he was transported to Western Australia. After escaping to the United States, he became a prominent spokesperson for the Irish community and culture, through his editorship of the Boston newspaper The Pilot, his prolific writing, and his lecture tours...
NationalityIrish
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth28 June 1844
CountryIreland
Be silent and safe-silence never betrays you.
Each heart holds the secret: 'Kindness' is the word.
Take gifts with a sigh: most men give to be paid.
The world is large when its weary leagues two loving hearts divide; But the world is small when your enemy is loose on the other side.
Our life a harp is, with unnumbered strings, And tones and symphonies; but our poor skill Some shallow notes from its great music brings.
When honor comes to you, be ready to take it; But reach not to seize it before it is near.
Doubt is brother-devil to Despair.
Anonymity is the fame of the future.
... every man on the planet Has just as much right as yourself to the road.
The adoption of gloves for all contests will do more to preserve the practice of boxing than any other conceivable means. It will give pugilism new life, not only as a professional boxer's art, but as a general exercise.
The organized charity, scrimped and iced, In the name of a cautious, statistical Christ.
Too late we learn, a man must hold his friend Unjudged, accepted, trusted to the end.
Putting prize-fighting altogether aside as one of the unavoidable evils attending on this manly exercise, the inestimable value of boxing as a training, discipline, and development of boys and young men remains.
For peace do not hope; to be just you must break it. Still work for the minute and not for the year.