Where imperfection ceaseth, heaven begins.
Respect is what we owe; love, what we give.
Doubt is the shadow of truth.
Lowliness is the base of every virtue, And he who goes the lowest builds the safest.
Are bubble-like -- what makes them bursts them too.
The course of Nature seems a course of Death, And nothingness the whole substantial thing.
Could I love less, I should be happier now.
Write to the mind and heart, and let the ear Glean after what it can.
Joys Are bubble-like -- what makes them bursts them too.
The beautiful are never desolate; But some one alway loves them -- God or man. If man abandons, God himself takes them.
Application is the price to be paid for mental acquisition. To have the harvest, we must sow the seed.
Hell is the wrath of God -- His hate of sin.
Wan night, the shadow goer, came stepping in.
It matters not how long we live but how.
England! my country, great and free! Heart of the world, I leap to thee!
Error is worse than ignorance.
The temples perish, but the God still lives.
What men call accident is God's own part.
Surely the stars are images of love.
Evil then results from imperfection.
My favoured temple is an humble heart.
Dewdrops, Nature's tears, which she Sheds in her own breast for the fair which die. The sun insists on gladness; but at night, When he is gone, poor Nature loves to weep.
America, thou half-brother of the world; with something good and bad of every land.
There is no disappointment we endure one-half so great as what we are to ourselves.
Stars which stand as thick as dewdrops on the field of heaven.
Let each man think himself an act of God, His mind a thought, his life a breath of God; And let each try, by great thoughts and good deeds, To show the most of Heaven he hath in him.
Lips like rosebuds peeping out of snow.
Youth might be wise; we suffer less from pains than pleasures.
When night hath set her silver lamp high, Then is the time for study.
We must not pluck death from the Maker's hand.
It is no great misfortune to oblige ungrateful people, but an unsupportable one to be forced to be under an obligation to a scoundrel.
True faith nor biddeth nor abideth form,
The bended knee, the eye uplift; is all
Which men need render; all which God can bear.
What to the faith are forms? A passing speck,
A crow upon the sky.
Life is less than nothing without love.
For ivy climbs the crumbling hall To decorate decay.
As the master so the valet.
Death is another life.
Love spends his all, and still hath store.
The heart is its own Fate.
The sun, centre and sire of light, The keystone of the world-built arch of heaven.
The worst way to improve the world is to condemn it.
There is no surer mark of the absence of the highest moral and intellectual qualities than a cold reception of excellence.
Death, thou art infinite; it is life is little.
I run the gauntlet of a file of doubts,
Each one of which down hurls me to the ground.
See the gold sunshine patching, And streaming and streaking across The gray-green oaks; and catching, By its soft brown beard, the moss.
We should count time by heart-throbs. He most lives,
Who thinks most, feels noblest, acts the best.
The first and worst of all frauds is to cheat one's self.
Leave the poor Some time for self-improvement. Let them not Be forced to grind the bones out of their arms For bread, but have some space to think and feel Like moral and immortal creatures.
Envy's a coal comes hissing hot from Hell.
I cannot love as I have loved,
And yet I know not why;
It is the one great woe of life
To feel all feeling die.
Mind and night will meet, though in silence, like forbidden lovers.
Man is a military animal, glories in gunpowder, and loves parade.