Pastoral Resources

Living in dreams of yesterday, we find ourselves still dreaming of impossible future conquests.

I went over to the Charlestown Navy Yard yesterday and saw some big men of war, one over 100 guns.

Lost, yesterday, somewhere between sunrise and sunset, two golden hours, each set with sixty diamond minutes. No reward is offered for they are gone forever.

I just heard a very funny story about somebody who died yesterday, I'm sorry to say so but it was so absurd that you can't help laughing. And the person that was concerned about that story was laughing too.

Procrastination is the art of keeping up with yesterday.

I, not events, have the power to make me happy or unhappy today. I can choose which it shall be. Yesterday is dead, tomorrow hasn't arrived yet. I have just one day, today, and I'm going to be happy in it.

My whole life I've been trying to prove I'm not just yesterday.

Nothing fails like success; nothing is so defeated as yesterday's triumphant Cause.

There are so many things that we wish we had done yesterday, so few that we feel like doing today.

Our Age of Anxiety is, in great part, the result of trying to do today's job with yesterday's tools and yesterday's concepts.

We are now at a point where we must educate our children in what no one knew yesterday, and prepare our schools for what no one knows yet.

If you realize you aren't so wise today as you thought you were yesterday, you're wiser today.

The regrets of yesterday and the fear of tomorrow can kill you.

Yesterday I had a Shaker visitor, and today a Catholic; and the more I see and hear, the less do I care about church doctrines.

How many things we held yesterday as articles of faith which today we tell as fables.

I'm working as hard as I can. Yesterday, I had five different debates. I don't get a half an hour a day to talk to my wife. I don't know how much harder I can work.

My host at Richmond, yesterday morning, could not sufficiently express his surprise that I intended to venture to walk as far as Oxford, and still farther. He however was so kind as to send his son, a clever little boy, to show me the road leading to Windsor.

I wanted to rock back and forth between myth and distant futures, yesterday, today, and tomorrow. It felt a bit like prophecy and a bit like storytelling.

A reporter is always concerned with tomorrow. There's nothing tangible of yesterday. All I can say I've done is agitate the air ten or fifteen minutes and then boom - it's gone.

Study strategy over the years and achieve the spirit of the warrior. Today is victory over yourself of yesterday; tomorrow is your victory over lesser men.