To keep the heart unwrinkled, to be hopeful, kindly, cheerful, reverent that is to triumph over old age.
A man is known by the company his mind keeps.
What is lovely never dies, but passes into other loveliness, Star-dust, or sea-foam, flower or winged air.
They fail, and they alone, who have not striven.
The fanatic has the courage of his conviction and the intolerance of his courage. He is opposed to the death penalty for murder, but he would willingly have anyone electrocuted who disagreed with him on the subject.
Civilization is the lamb's skin in which barbarism masquerades.
The fate of the worm refutes the pretended ethical teaching of the proverb, which assumes to illustrate the advantage of early rising and does so by showing how extremely dangerous it is.
I like to have a thing suggested rather than told in full. When every detail is given, the mind rests satisfied, and the imagination loses the desire to use its own wings.
My mind lets go a thousand things, Like dates of wars and deaths of kings
True art selects and paraphrases, but seldom gives a verbatim translation.
How fugitive and brief is mortal life between the budding and the falling leaf.
The thing one reads and likes, and then forgets, is of no account. The thing that stays, and haunts one, and refuses to be forgotten, that is the sincere thing.
What is a day to an immortal soul! A breath, no more.
What is slang in one age sometimes goes into the vocabulary of the purist in the next.
O harp of life, so speedily unstrung!
We weep when we are born, Not when we die!
The laurels of an orator who is not a master of literary art wither quickly.
Though I be shut in darkness, and become insentient dust blown idly here and there, I count oblivion a scant price to pay for having once had held against my lip life's brimming cup of hydromel and rue--for having once known woman's holy love and a child's kiss, and for a little space been boon companion to the Day and Night, Fed on the odors of the summer dawn, and folded in the beauty of the stars. Dear Lord, though I be changed to senseless clay, and serve the potter as he turns his wheel, I thank Thee for the gracious gift of tears!
The man who suspects his own tediousness is yet to be born.
It is the Lord's Day, and I do believe that cheerful hearts and faces are not unpleasant in His sight.
After a debauch of thunder-shower, the weather takes the pledge and signs it with a rainbow.
O Liberty...! is it well To leave the gates unguarded?
O Liberty, white Goddess! is it well to leave the gates unguarded? On thy breast fold Sorrow's children, soothe the hurts of Fate, lift the down-trodden, but with hand of steel stay those who to thy sacred portals come to waste the gifts of Freedom.
Gracious to all, to none subservient, Without offense he spoke the word he meant
The possession of unlimited power will make a despot of almost any man. There is a possible Nero in the gentlest human creature that walks.
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