If they only married when they fell in love, most people would die unwed..

And this shall be for music when no one else is near, The fine song for singing, the rare song to hear! That only I remember, that only you admire, O….

Sit loosely in the saddle..

Don't judge each day by the harvest you reap but by the seeds that you plant..

All human beings are commingled out of good and evil..

I will make you brooches and toys for your delight Of bird-song at morning and star-shine at night. I will make a palace fit for you and me Of green ….

I sat in the sun on a bench; the animal within me licking the chops of memory; the spiritual side a little drowsed, promising subsequent penitence, b….

Sing a song of seasons; something bright in all, flowers in the summer, fires in the fall..

The child that is not clean and neat, With lots of toys and things to eat, He is a naughty child, I'm sure-- Or else his dear Papa is poor..

Here then, as I lay down the pen and proceed to seal up my confession, I bring the life of that unhappy Henry Jekyll to an end..

In winter I get up at night And dress by yellow candle-light. In summer quite the other way, I have to go to bed by day. I have to go to bed and….

An aspiration is a joy forever, a possession as solid as a landed estate, a fortune which we can never exhaust and which gives us year by year a reve….

A Morning Prayer The day returns and brings us the petty round of irritating concerns and duties. Help us to play the man; help us to perform them wi….

So long as we love we serve; so long as we are loved by others, I would almost say that we are indispensable; and no man is useless while he has a fr….

Man is a creature who lives not upon bread alone, but primarily by catchwords..

The difficulty is not to write, but to write what you mean..

That man is a success who has lived well, laughed often and loved much..

He who sows hurry reaps indigestion..

Alan," cried I, "what makes ye so good to me? What makes ye care for such a thankless fellow?" Deed, and I don't, know" said Alan. "For just precisel….

If you keep on drinking rum, the world will soon be quit of a very dirty scoundrel!.

Well, well, Henry James is pretty good, though he is of the nineteenth century, and that glaringly..