They enslave their children's children who make compromise with sin..

May is a pious fraud of the almanac..

The nurse of full-grown souls is solitude..

A stray hair, by its continued irritation, may give more annoyance than a smart blow..

These pearls of thought in Persian gulfs were bred, Each softly lucent as a rounded moon; The diver Omar plucked them from their bed, Fitzgerald stru….

The Holy Supper is kept, indeed, In whatso we share with anothers need; Not what we give, but what we share, For the gift without the giver is ….

Sentiment is intellectualized emotion; emotion precipitated, as it were, in pretty crystals by the fancy..

Who knows whither the clouds have fled? In the unscarred heaven they leave no wake; And the eyes forget the tears they have shed, The heart forgets i….

God does not weigh criminality in our scales. We have one absolute, with the seal of authority upon it; and with us an ounce is an ounce, and a pound….

Over all life broods Poesy, like the calm blue sky with its motherly, rebuking face. She is the great reformer, and where the love of her is strong a….

Creativity is not the finding of a thing, but the making something out of it after it is found..

All birds during the pairing season become more or less sentimental, and murmur soft nothings in a tone very unlike the grinding-organ repetition and….

A sneer is the weapon of the weak..

If the devil take a less hateful shape to us than to our fathers, he is as busy with us as with them..

Making one object, in outward or inward nature, more holy to a single heart is reward enough for a life; for the more sympathies we gain or awaken fo….

They are slaves who fear to speak For the fallen and the weak; They are slaves who will not choose Hatred, scoffing, and abuse, Rather than in silenc….

Many make the household but only one the home..

Moral supremacy is the only one that leaves monuments, and not ruins, behind it..

Death is delightful. Death is dawn, The waking from a weary night Of fevers unto truth and light..

The green grass floweth like a stream Into the oceans's blue..

The future works out great men's destinies; The present is enough for common souls, Who, never looking forward, are indeed Mere clay wherein the foot….