Whatever poet, orator, or sage may say of it, old age is still old age.

The talent of success is nothing more than doing what you can do, well.

Often times we call a man [or woman] cold when he [or she] is only sad.

Thinking the deed, and not the creed, Would help us in our utmost need.

Thy fate is the common fate of all; Into each life some rain must fall.

Ah, Nothing is too late, till the tired heart shall cease to palpitate.

No literature is complete until the language it was written in is dead.

The strength of criticism lies in the weakness of the thing criticized.

The story, from beginning to end, I found again in a heart of a friend.

Love is sunshine, hate is shadow, Life is checkered shade and sunshine.

Go forth to meet the shadowy future without fear and with a manly heart.

The gentle wind, a sweet and passionate wooer, Kisses the blushing leaf.

The rays of happiness, like those of light, are colorless when unbroken.

Stay, stay at home, my heart and rest; Home-keeping hearts are happiest.

A town that boasts inhabitants like me Can have no lack of good society.

Give what you have. To some one, it may be better than you dare to think.

A torn jacket is soon mended; but hard words bruise the heart of a child.

For his heart was in his work, and the heart giveth grace unto every art.

Listen my children and you shall hear, Of the midnight ride of Paul Revere

I do not believe anyone can be perfectly well, who has a brain and a heart

For hate is strong, And mocks the song Of peace on earth, good-will to men!

The day is dark and cold and dreary; it rains, and the wind is never weary.

I like that ancient Saxon phrase, which calls, The burial-ground God's-Acre.

I stay a little longer, as one stays, to cover up the embers that still burn.

Safe from temptation, safe from sin's pollution, She lives whom we call dead.

Being all fashioned of the self-same dust, let us be merciful as well as just

Art is the child of nature in whom we trace the features of the mothers face.

Method is more important than strength, when you wish to control your enemies.

The lamps are lit, the fires burn bright. The house is full of life and light.

However things may seem, no evil thing is success and no good thing is failure.

Noble souls, through dust and heat, rise from disaster and defeat the stronger.

Midnight! the outpost of advancing day! The frontier town and citadel of night!

Many readers judge of the power of a book by the shock it gives their feelings.

Let him not boast who puts his armor on as he who puts it off, the battle done.

Dost thou know what a hero is? Why, a hero is as much as one should say, a hero.

To be left alone, and face to face with my own crime, had been just retribution.

Love makes its record in deeper colors as we grow out of childhood into manhood.

The surest pledge of a deathless name Is the silent homage of thoughts unspoken.

To charm, to strengthen, and to teach: these are the three great chords of might.

Winter giveth the fields, and the trees so old, their beards of icicles and snow.

They who go Feel not the pain of parting; it is they Who stay behind that suffer.

And the wind plays on those great sonorous harps, the shrouds and masts of ships.

Is this is a dream? O, if it be a dream, Let me sleep on, and do not wake me yet!

The love of learning, the sequestered nooks, And all the sweet serenity of books.

Mercy more becomes a magistrate than the vindictive wrath which men call justice.

And when she was good she was very very good. But when she was bad she was horrid.

As turning the logs will make a dull fire burn, so change of studies a dull brain.

Everyone says that forgiveness is a lovely idea until he has something to forgive.

I know not how it is, but during a voyage I collect books as a ship does barnacles.

God sifted a whole nation that he might send choice grain over into this wilderness.

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