The leaves of memory seemed to make A mournful rustling in the dark.
Art is long, and Time is fleeting.
Not in the clamor of the crowded street, not in the shouts and plaudits of the throng, but in ourselves, are triumph and defeat.
When she had passed, it seemed like the ceasing of exquisite music.
Unasked, Unsought, Love gives itself but is not bought.
Joy, temperance, and repose, slam the door on the doctor's nose.
It is a beautiful trait in the lover's character, that they think no evil of the object loved.
The life of man consists not in seeing visions and in dreaming dreams but in active charity and in willing service.
For after all, the best thing one can do when it is raining is let it rain.
Intelligence and courtesy not always are combined; Often in a wooden house a golden room we find.
There are moments in life, when the heart is so full of emotion That if by chance it be shaken, or into its depths like a pebble Drops some careless word, it overflows, and its secret, Spilt on the ground like water, can never be gathered together.
Heights by great men reached and kept were not obtained by sudden flight but, while their companions slept, they were toiling upward in the night.
A torn jacket is soon mended, but hard words bruise the heart of a child.
One if by land, two if by sea.
It takes less time to do things right that to explain why you did it wrong.
The purpose of that apple tree is to grow a little new wood each year. That is what I plan to do.
Patience; accomplish thy labor; accomplish thy work of affection! Sorrow and silence are strong, and patient endurance is godlike. Therefore accomplish thy labor of love, till the heart is made godlike, Purified, strengthened, perfected, and rendered more worthy of heaven!
Between the dark and the daylight, When the night is beginning to lower, Comes a pause in the day's occupations, That is known as the Children's Hour.
The love of learning, the sequestered nooks, And all the sweet serenity of books.
To charm, to strengthen, and to teach: these are the three great chords of might.
The human voice is the organ of the soul.
In character, in manner, in style, in all things, the supreme excellence is simplicity.
Fierce in his soul was the struggle and tumult of passions contending; Love triumphant and crowned, and friendship wounded and bleeding, Passionate cries of desire, and importunate pleadings of duty!
Our ingress into the world was naked and bare; our progress through the world is trouble and care; our egress from the world will be nobody knows where; but if we do well here we shall do well there.
Resistance by its very nature demands that we choose choices not offered to us.
All houses wherein men have lived and died / Are haunted houses. Through the open doors / The harmless phantoms on their errands glide, / With feet that make no sound upon the floors.
Simplicity in character, in manners, in style; in all things the supreme excellence is simplicity.
Every dewdrop and raindrop had a whole heaven within it.
Man is unjust, but God is just; and finally justice Triumphs.
Sorrow and silence are strong, and patient endurance is godlike.
The counterfeit and counterpart of Nature is reproduced in art.
Kind hearts are the gardens, Kind thoughts are the roots, Kind words are the flowers, Kind deeds are the fruits, Take care of your garden And keep out the weeds, Fill it with sunshine, Kind words, and Kind deeds.
Thy fate is the common fate of all; Into each life some rain must fall.
Yes, we must ever be friends; and of all who offer you friendship let me be ever the first, the truest, the nearest and dearest!
Therefore trust to thy heart, and to what the world calls illusions.
It is difficult to know at what moment love begins; it is less difficult to know that it has begun.
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.
Sunday is the golden clasp that binds together the volume of the week.
Learn To Labor and to 'WAIT.
If you only knock long enough and loud enough at the gate, you are sure to wake up somebody.
I felt her presence, by its spell of might, Stoop o'er me from above; The calm, majestic presence of the Night, As of the one I love.
Critics are sentinels in the grand army of letters, stationed at the corners of newspapers and reviews, to challenge every new author.
Whoever benefits his enemy with straightforward intention that man's enemies will soon fold their hands in devotion.
Something attempted, something done, Has earned a nights repose.
STILL stands the forest primeval; but far away from its shadow, Side by side, in their nameless graves, the lovers are sleeping.
The strength of criticism lies in the weakness of the thing criticized.
Ah, Nothing is too late, till the tired heart shall cease to palpitate.
The story, from beginning to end, I found again in a heart of a friend.
You judge yourself by what your capable of doing, while others judge you by what you have already done.
