A stable, changeless state, ’twere cause indeed to weep.
Loveliest of lovely things are they on earth that soonest pass away. The rose that lives its little hour is prized beyond the sculptured flower.
Go forth under the open sky, and list To Nature’s teachings.
Where hast thou wandered, gentle gale, to find the perfumes thou dost bring?
A sculptor wields The chisel, and the stricken marble grows To beauty.
Truth gets well if she is run over by a locomotive, while error dies of lockjaw if she scratches her finger.
The groves were God’s first temples.
Eloquence is the poetry of prose.
Difficulty, my brethren, is the nurse of greatness – a harsh nurse, who roughly rocks her foster – children into strength and athletic proportion.
Pain dies quickly, and lets her weary prisoners go; the fiercest agonies have shortest reign.