| Quotes |
Topic |
| Advice | The freethinking of one age is the common sense of the next. |
| Age | What is it to grow old? Is it to lose the glory of the form, The lustre of the eye? Is it for Beauty to forego her wreath? Yes; but not this alone. |
| Beauty | I must not say that she was true, Yet let me say that she was fair; And they, that lovely face who view, They should not ask if truth be there. |
| Change | Joy comes and goes, hope ebbs and flows Like the wave; Change doth unknit the tranquil strength of men. Love tends life a little grace, A few sad smiles; and then, Both are laid in one cold place, In the grave. |
| Christianity | Every time the words "contrition" or "humility" drop from the lips of a prophet or psalmist, Christianity appears. |
| Countries | The East bow'd low before the blast, In patient, deep disdain. She let the legions thunder past, And plunged in thought again. |
| Death | Her cabin'd ample spirit, It fluttered and fail'd for breath; Tonight it doth inherit The vasty hall of death. |
| Death | Life is pleasant. Death is peaceful. It's the transition that's troublesome. |
| Death | What the caterpillar calls the end of the world, the master calls a butterfly. |
| Death | What then remains, but that we still should cry Not to be born, or being born to die. |
| Discontent | One thing only has been lent to youth and age in common--discontent. |
| Education | Culture is "To know the best that has been said and thought in the world." |
| Emotion | The true meaning of religion is thus not simply morality, but morality touched by emotion. |
| Epitaphs | If Paris that brief flight allow, My humble tomb explore! It bears: "Eternity, be thou My refuge!" and no more. |
| Eternity | Then gazing up 'mid the dim pillars high, The foliaged marble forest where ye lie, Hush, ye will say, it is eternity! This is the glimmering verge of heaven, and there The columns of the heavenly palaces. |
| Failure | Home of lost causes, and forsaken beliefs and unpopular names and impossible loyalties. |
| Inspiring | Resolve to be thyself: and know, that he who finds himself, loses his misery. -Matthew Arnold. |
| Journalism | Journalism is literature in a hurry. |
| Life | With aching hands and bleeding feet We dig and heap, lay stone on stone; We bear the burden and the heat Of the long day, and wish 'twere done. Not till the hours of light return All we have built as we discern. |
| Life | This strange disease of modern life, With its sick hurry, its divided aims. |
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