| Quotes |
Topic |
| Affliction | Affliction is not sent in vain, young man, From that good God, who chastens whom he loves. |
| Ambition | Ambition is an idol, on whose wings great minds are carried only to extreme; to be sublimely great or to be nothing. |
| Bees | The solitary Bee Whose buzzing was the only sound of life, Flew there on restless wing, Seeking in vain one blossom where to fix. |
| Brevity | If you would be pungent, be brief; for it is with words as with sunbeams--the more they are condensed, the deeper they burn. |
| Charity | Cold is thy hopeless heart, even as charity. |
| Deceit | All deception in the course of life is indeed nothing else but a lie reduced to practice, and falsehood passing from words into things. |
| Deception | All deception in the course of life is indeed nothing else but a lie reduced to practice, and falsehood passing from words into things. |
| Devil | The Satanic school. |
| Distrust | Three things a wise man will not trust, The wind, the sunshine of an April day, And woman's plighted faith. |
| Fireflies | Now, motionless and dark, eluded search Self-shrouded: and anon, starring the sky, Rose like a shower of fire. |
| Holly | And as, when all the summer trees are seen So bright and green, The Holly leaves a sober hue display Less bright than they, But when the bare and wintry woods we see, What then so cheerful as the Holly-tree? |
| Holly | O Reader! hast thou ever stood to see The Holly-tree? The eye that contemplates it well perceives Its glossy leaves Ordered by an Intelligence so wise As might confound the Atheist's sophistries. |
| Intellect | The march of intellect. |
| Midnight | Midnight, and yet no eye Through all the Imperial City closed in sleep. |
| Rainbows | Mild arch of promise! on the evening sky Thou shinest fair with many a lovely ray, Each in the south melting. |
| Ships | She comes majestic with her swelling sails, The gallant Ship: along her watery way, Homeward she drives before the favouring gales; Now flirting at their length the streamers play, And now they ripple with the ruffling breeze. |
| Washington | While Washington hath left His awful memory, A light for after times. |
| Water | And so never ending, But always descending. |
| Water | "How does the Water Come down at Lodore?" |
| Word | It is with words as with sunbeams--the more they are condensed, the deeper they burn. |
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