All honor to him who shall win the prize. The world has cried for a thousand years. But to him who tries and fails and dies, I give great honor and g….

The bravest battle that ever was fought; Shall I tell you where and when? On the maps of the world you will find it not; It was fought by the mothers….

Physiognomy is often a great falsifier, though as a rule it is honest enough..

There are many To-morrows, my Love, my Love, There is only one To-day..

Knowledge is Bought only with a weary care, And wisdom means a world of pain..

I saw the lightnings gleaming rod. Reach forth and write upon the sky The awful autograph of God..

Sail on! sail on! sail on! and on!.

Lonely as God, and white as a winter moon, Mount Shasta starts up sudden and solitary from the heart of the great black forests of Northern California.

Merciful Father, I will not complain. I know that the sunshine shall follow the rain..

Men lie, who lack courage to tell truth--the cowards!.

The soul that feeds on books alone - I count that soul exceeding small That lives alone by book and creed, - A soul that has not learned to read..

I throw a kiss across the sea, I drink the winds as drinking wine, And dream they all are blown from thee, I catch the whisper'd kiss of thine..

Primeval forests! virgin sod! That Saxon has not ravish'd yet, Lo! peak on peak in stairways set- In stepping stairs that reach to God! Here we are f….

God's poet is silence! His song is unspoken, And yet so profound, so loud, and so far, It fills you, it thrills you with measures unbroken, And as so….

UNDER THE STORM AND THE CLOUD TODAY, AND TODAY THE HARD PERIL AND PAIN - TOMORROW THE STONE WILL BE ROLLED AWAY, FOR THE SUNSHINE SHALL FOLLOW THE R….

Man's books are but a climbing stair, Lain step by step, like stairs of stone; The stairway here, the temple there - Man's lampad honor, and his t….

Is it worthwhile that we jostle a brother, Bearing his load on the rough road of life? Is it worthwhile that we jeer at each other, In blackness of h….

That man who lives for self alone, Lives for the meanest mortal known..

O woman, born first to believe us; Yea, also born first to forget; Born first to betray and deceive us, Yet first to repent and regret..

All you can hold in your cold dead hand is what you have given away..

He gives twice who gives quickly. credited to Publius Syrus Mimus..