Every old poem is sacred.
The lofty pine is oftenest shaken by the winds; High towers fall with a heavier crash; And the lightning strikes the highest mountain.
The one who cannot restrain their anger will wish undone, what their temper and irritation prompted them to do.
Gold will be slave or master.
Suffering is but another name for the teaching of experience, which is the parent of instruction and the schoolmaster of life.
The poets aim is either to profit or to please, or to blend in one the delightful and the useful. Whatever the lesson you would convey, be brief, that your hearers may catch quickly what is said and faithfully retain it. Every superfluous word is spilled from the too-full memory.
Fierce eagles do not produce timorous doves.
If you can’t get rid of the skeleton in your closet, you’d best teach it to dance.
Every mind must make its choice between truth and repose. It cannot have both.
You don’t have to have a college degree to serve. You don’t have to make your subject and verb agree to serve. You only need a heart full of grace. A soul generated by love.
We find delight in the beauty and happiness of children that makes the heart too big for the body.
The rain comes and what bends will rise. It is a purposeful journey.
If we win, nobody will care. If we lose, there will be nobody to care.
Aim for the moon. If you miss, you may hit a star.
Is not marriage an open question, when it is alleged, from the beginning of the world, that such as are in the institution wish to get out, and such as are out wish to get in?
Might, could, would – they are contemptible auxiliaries.
You use a glass mirror to see your face; you use works of art to see your soul.
Few people have any next, they live from hand to mouth without a plan, and are always at the end of their line.
We do not learn by inference and deduction and the application of mathematics to philosophy, but by direct intercourse and sympathy.
Sobriety, severity, and self-respect are the foundations of all true sociality.
As we grow old, the beauty steals inward.
A chief event of life is the day in which we have encountered a mind that startled us.
