Gratitude is not only the memory but the homage of the heart- rendered to God for his goodness.
It is the month of June, The month of leaves and roses, When pleasant sights salute the eyes, And pleasant scents the noses.
He who binds His soul to knowledge, steals the key of heaven.
The highest triumph of art, is the truest presentation of nature.
The smallest pebble in the well of truth has its peculiar meaning, and will stand when man's best monuments have passed away.
The value of life deepens incalculably with the privileges of travel.
They are all up — the innumerable stars— And hold their place in heaven. ... There they stand, Shining in order, like a living hymn Written in light, awaking at the breath Of the celestial dawn, and praising Him Who made them, with the harmony of sphere.
A lamp is lit in woman's eye; that souls, else lost on earth, remember angels by.
If there is anything that keeps the mind open to angel visits, and repels the ministry of ill, it is human love.
It is godlike to unloose the spirit, and forget yourself in thought.
Wisdom, sits alone, topmost in heaven: she is its light, its God; and in the heart of man she sits as high, though groveling minds forget her oftentimes, seeing but this world's idols.
The night is made for tenderness,--so still that the low whisper, scarcely audible, is heard like music,--and so deeply pure that the fond thought is chastened as it springs and on the lip made holy.
Vulgarity is more obvious in satin than in homespun.
The lily and the rose in her fair face striving for precedence.
One gets, sensitive about losing mornings after getting a little used to them with living in a country. Each one of these endlessly varied daybreaks is an opera but once performed.
Gentleness is the great point to be obtained in the study of manners.
Like Melrose Abbey, large cities should especially be viewed by moonlight.
I knelt, and with the fervor of a lip unused to the cool breath of reason, told my love.
The position you hold and the work you are now doing.
Blessed are the joymakers.
There is to me a daintiness about early flowers that touches me like poetry. They blow out with such a simple loveliness among the common herbs of pastures, and breathe their lives so unobtrusively, like hearts whose beatings are too gentle for the world.
The Italians say that a beautiful woman by her smiles draws tears from our purse.
Flirtation is a circulating library, in which we seldom ask twice for the same volume.
The ear in man and beast is an evidence of blood and high breeding.
Pitch a lucky man into the Nile, says the Arabian proverb, and he will come up with a fish in his mouth!
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