MIT : Simmons Hall

All photographs by Andy Ryan
Iron rusts from disuse, stagnant water loses its purity, and in cold weather becomes frozen,
even so does inaction sap the vigor of the mind.
Leonardo Da Vinci
from
A Heap O’ Livin’ by Edgar A. Guest:
Courage was never designed for show; It isn’t a thing that can come and go;
It’s written in victory and defeat And every trial a man may meet.
It’s part of his hours, his days and his years, Back of his smiles and behind his tears.
Courage is more than a daring deed: It’s the breath of life and a strong man’s creed.
GREATNESS
We can be great by helping one another; We can be loved for very simple deeds;
from
The Emerald City of Oz by L. Frank Baum:
“Has the Scarecrow heard of Ozma’s trouble?” asked the Captain General.
“I do not know, sir,” was the reply.
“When I was a private,” said Omby Amby, “I was an excellent army, as I fully proved in our war against the Nomes. But now there is not a single private left in our army, since Ozma made me the Captain General, so there is no one to fight and defend our lovely Ruler.”
“True,” said the Wizard. “The present army is composed only of officers, and the business of an officer is to order his men to fight. Since there are no men there can be no fighting.”
“Poor Ozma!” whispered Dorothy, with tears in her sweet eyes. “It’s dreadful to think of all her lovely fairy country being destroyed
from
Paradise Lost by John Milton:
Of ravenous fowl, though many a league remote, Against the day of battle, to a field, Where armies lie encamped, come flying, lured With scent of living carcasses designed For death, the following day, in bloody fight: So scented the grim Feature, and upturned His nostril wide into the murky air; Sagacious of his quarry from so far. Then both from out Hell-gates, into the waste Wide anarchy of Chaos, damp and dark, Flew diverse; and with power (their power was great)
I do not believe that women are better than men.
We have not wrecked railroads, nor corrupted legislature, nor done many unholy things that men have done; but then we must remember that we have not had the chance.
Jane Addams
Tags: Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Ships that pass in the night and speak each other in passing;
Only a signal shown and a distant voice in the darkness;
So on the ocean of life we pass and speak one another,
Only a look and a voice; then darkness again and a silence.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow