Of all the sarse that I can call to mind, / England does make the most onpleasant kind: / It's you're the sinner 'ollers, she's the saint; / Wut's good's all English, all thet isn't ain't. |
Once to every man and nation comes the moment to decide...
And the choice goes by forever 'twixt that darkness and that light. |
Once to every person and nation come the moment to decide. In the conflict of truth with falsehood, for the good or evil side. |
One thorn of experience is worth a whole wilderness of warning. |
Poetry is something to make us wiser and better, by continually revealing those types of beauty and truth, which God has set in all men's souls |
Puritanism, believing itself quick with the seed of religious liberty, laid, without knowing it, the egg of democracy |
Reputation is only a candle, of wavering and uncertain flame, and easily blown out, but it is the light by which the world looks for and finds merit. |
Sentiment is intellectualized emotion; emotion precipitated, as it were, in pretty crystals by the fancy |
Sincerity is impossible, unless it pervade the whole being, and the pretence of it saps the very foundation of character. |
Sincerity is impossible, unless it pervade the whole being, and the pretence of it saps the very foundation of character. |
Solitude is as needful to the imagination as society is wholesome for the character. |
Some day the soft Ideal that we wooed confronts us fiercely, foe-beset, pursued, and cries reproachful: ''Was it then my praise, and not myself was loved? Prove now thy truth; I claim of thee the promise of thy youth.'' |
Sorrow is the great idealizer. |
Stories now, to suit a public taste, must be half epigram, half pleasant vice |
Such power there is in clear-eyed self-restraint |