The best thing one can do when it's raining is to let it rain. |
The birds, God's poor who cannot wait |
The counterfeit and counterpart of nature are reproduced in art. |
The course of my long life hath reached at last in fragile bark over a tempestuous sea the common harbor, where must rendered be account for all the actions of the past. |
The dawn is not distant, nor is the night starless; love is eternal. |
The day is done, and the darkness, Falls from the wings of Night, As a feather is wafted downward, From an eagle in his flight |
The first pressure of sorrow crushes out from our hearts the best wine; afterwards the constant weight of it brings forth bitterness, the taste and strain from the lees of the vat. |
The grave is but a covered bridge Leading from light to light, through a brief darkness! |
The greatest firmness is the greatest mercy |
The holiest of all holidays are those kept by ourselves in silence and apart; the secret anniversaries of the heart. |
The human voice is the organ of the soul |
The Laws of Nature are just, but terrible. There is no weak mercy in them. Cause and consequence are inseparable and inevitable. The elements have no forbearance. The fire burns, the water drowns, the air consumes, the earth buries. And perhaps it would be well for our race if the punishment of crimes against the Laws of Man were as inevitable as the punishment of crimes against the Laws of Nature /were Man as unerring in his judgments as Nature. |
The leaves of memory seemed to make A mournful rustling in the dark |
The life of a man consists not in seeing visions and in dreaming dreams, but in active charity and in willing service |
The love of learning, the sequestered nooks, And all the sweet serenity of books. |