Critics are sentinels in the grand army of letters, stationed at the corners of newspapers and reviews, to challenge every new author.
Critics are sentinels in the grand army of letters, stationed at the corners of newspapers and reviews, to challenge every new author.
God sent his Singers upon earth With songs of sadness and of mirth, That they might touch the hearts of men, And bring them back to heaven again.
Trouble is the next best thing to enjoyment there is no fate in the world so horrible as to have no share in either its joys or sorrows.
On the road of life one mile-stone more!
Thou art the Iris, fair among the fairest, Who, armed with golden rod And winged with the celestial azure, bearest The message of some God.
A single conversation across the table with a wise man is better than ten years mere study of books.
The sky is filled with stars, invisible by day.
All are architects of Fate, Working in these walls of Time Some with massive deeds and great, Some with ornaments of rhyme.
But noble souls, through dust and heat, Rise from disaster and defeat The stronger.
Life and death, and love and hate,
Homes made happy or desolate,
Hearts made sad or gay!
Look not mournfully into the past, it comes not back again. Wisely improve the present, it is thine. Go forth to meet the shadowy future without fear and with a manly heart.
The greatest firmness is the greatest mercy.
So mild, so merciful, so strong, so good, So patient, peaceful, loyal, loving, pure.
With useless endeavour Forever, forever, Is Sisyphus rolling His stone up the mountain.
Alas it is not till time, with reckless hand, has torn out half the leaves from the Book of Human Life to light the fires of passion with from day to day, that man begins to see that the leaves which remain are few in number.
Is it the tender star of love?
When one is truly in love, one not only says it, but shows it.
People demand freedom only when they have no power.
Hospitality sitting with Gladness.
Evil is only good perverted.
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.
Oh the cold and cruel Winter!
Resolve and thou art free.
All things come round to him who will but wait.
If I am not worth the wooing, I am surely not worth the winning.
To be 70 years old is like climbing the Alps. You reach a snow-crowned summit, and see behind you the deep valley stretching miles and miles away, and before you other summits higher and whiter, which you may have strength to climb, or may not. Then
Music is the universal language of mankind.... poetry their universal pastime and delight.
It is curious to note the old sea-margins of human thought Each subsiding century reveals some new mystery we build where monsters used to hide themselves.
The Helicon of too many poets is not a hill crowned with sunshine and visited by the Muses and the Graces, but an old, mouldering house, full of gloom and haunted by ghosts.
Give what you have to somebody, it may be better than you think.
Thou recallest homes
Where thy songs of love and friendship
Made the gloomy Northern winter
Bright as summer.
The star of love and dreams?
The heights by great men reached and kept Were not attained by sudden flight, But they, while their companions slept, Were toiling upward in the night.
Fame comes only when deserved, and then is as inevitable as destiny, for it is destiny.
Music is the universal language of mankind.
There is no flock, however watched and tended, But one dead lamb is there There is no fireside, howsoe'er defended, But has one vacant chair.
She floats upon the river of his thoughts.
Every man has his secret sorrows which the world knows not; and often times we call a man cold when he is only sad.
The world loves a spice of wickedness.
The star of the unconquered will.
A torn jacket is soon mended; but hard words bruise the heart of a child.
All things must change to something new, to something strange.
It was the schooner Hesperus, That sailed the wintry sea And the skipper had taken his little daughter, To bear him company.
The strength of criticism lies only in the weakness of the thing criticized
Into each life some rain must fall, some days be dark and dreary.
No literature is complete until the language it was written in is dead.
Whoever benefits his enemy with straightforward intention that man's enemies will soon fold their hands in devotion.
The hooded clouds, like friars, Tell their beads in drops of rain.
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.
Archly the maiden smiled, with eyes overrunning with laughter, Said, in a tremulous voice, Why don't you speak for yourself, John'
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