A boy's will is the wind's will, / And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts. |
A coquette is a young lady of more beauty than sense, more accomplishments than learning, more charms not person than graces of mind, more admirers than friends, mole fools than wise men for attendants |
A feeling of sadness and longing that is not akin to pain, and resembles sorrow only as the mist resembles the rain. |
A Lady with a Lamp shall stand / In the great history of the land. / A noble type of good, / Heroic womanhood. |
A single conversation across the table with a wise man is better than ten years mere study of books. |
A thought often makes us hotter than a fire. |
A torn jacket is soon mended, but hard words bruise the heart of a child |
Age is opportunity no less than youth itself. |
Ah! what would the world be to us If the children were no more? We should dread the desert behind us Worse than the dark before |
Ah, how good it feels! The hand of an old friend. |
Ah, how skillful grows the hand That obeyeth Love's command! It is the heart and not the brain That to the highest doth attain, And he who followeth Love's behest Far excelleth all the rest. |
Ah, to build, to build! That is the noblest art of all the arts. Painting and sculpture are but images, are merely shadows cast by outward things on stone or canvas, having in themselves no separate existence. Architecture, existing in itself, and not in seeming a something it is not, surpasses them as substance shadow. |
All are architects of fate, working in these walls of time. |
All that is best in the great poets of all countries is not what is national in them, but what is universal |
All the means of action - the shapeless masses - the materials - lie everywhere about us. What we need is the celestial fire to change the flint into the transparent crystal, bright and clear. That fire is genius.'' |