It is the Lord's Day, and I do believe that cheerful hearts and faces are not unpleasant in His sight..

They fail, and they alone, who have not striven..

O Liberty, white Goddess! is it well to leave the gates unguarded? On thy breast fold Sorrow's children, soothe the hurts of Fate, lift the down-trod….

The fanatic has the courage of his conviction and the intolerance of his courage. He is opposed to the death penalty for murder, but he would willing….

The thing one reads and likes, and then forgets, is of no account. The thing that stays, and haunts one, and refuses to be forgotten, that is the sin….

Though I be shut in darkness, and become insentient dust blown idly here and there, I count oblivion a scant price to pay for having once had held ag….

After a debauch of thunder-shower, the weather takes the pledge and signs it with a rainbow..

My mind lets go a thousand things, Like dates of wars and deaths of kings.

I like to have a thing suggested rather than told in full. When every detail is given, the mind rests satisfied, and the imagination loses the desire….

O Liberty...! is it well To leave the gates unguarded?.

O harp of life, so speedily unstrung!.

To keep the heart unwrinkled, to be hopeful, kindly, cheerful, reverent that is to triumph over old age..

The possession of unlimited power will make a despot of almost any man. There is a possible Nero in the gentlest human creature that walks..

The fate of the worm refutes the pretended ethical teaching of the proverb, which assumes to illustrate the advantage of early rising and does so by ….

What is lovely never dies, but passes into other loveliness, Star-dust, or sea-foam, flower or winged air..

How fugitive and brief is mortal life between the budding and the falling leaf..

Civilization is the lamb's skin in which barbarism masquerades..

The man who suspects his own tediousness is yet to be born..

We weep when we are born, Not when we die!.

True art selects and paraphrases, but seldom gives a verbatim translation..

A glance, a word -- and joy or pain befalls.... How slight the links are in the chain that binds us to our destiny!.