| Quotes |
Topic |
| Ability | The dwarf sees farther than the giant, when he has the giant's shoulders to mount on. |
| Advice | Advice is like snow -- the softer it falls, the longer it dwells upon, and the deeper it sinks into the mind. |
| Advice | Advice is like snow; the softer it falls the longer it dwells upon, and the deeper it sinks into the mind. |
| Anger | Alas! they had been friends in youth; But whispering tongues can poison truth, And constancy lives in realms above; And life is thorny, and youth is vain; And to be wrothe with one we love Doth work like madness in the brain. |
| Apparitions | The Nightmare Life-in-Death was she. |
| Beauty | Her gentle limbs did she undress, And lay down in her loveliness. |
| Blessings | A spring of love gushed from my heart, And I bless'd them unaware. |
| Brooks | A noise like of a hidden brook In the leafy month of June, That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune. |
| Christ | Lovely was the death Of Him whose life was Love! Holy with power, He on the thought-benighted Skeptic beamed Manifest Godhead. |
| Christianity | I dislike the frequent use of the word virtue, instead of righteousness, in the pulpit; in prayer or preaching before a Christian community, it sounds too much like pagan philosophy. |
| Christianity | Common-sense in an uncommon degree is what the world calls wisdom. |
| Christianity | He that begins by loving Christianity better than truth will proceed by loving his own sect or church better than Christianity, and end in loving himself better than all. |
| Churches | An instinctive taste teaches men to build their churches in flat countries with spire steeples, which, as they cannot be referred to any other object, point as with silent finger to the sky and stars. |
| Clouds | O, it is pleasant, with a heart at ease, Just after sunset, or by moonlight skies, To make the shifting clouds be what you please, Or let the easily persuaded eyes Own each quaint likeness issuing from the mould Of a friend's fancy. |
| Conscience | The Past lives o'er again, In its effects, and to the guilty spirit The ever-frowning Present is its image. |
| Criticism | Reviewers are usually people who would have been poets, historians, biographers, etc., if they could: they have tried their talents at one or the other, and have failed; therefore they turn critics. |
| Dew | Dew-drops are the gems of morning, But the tears of mournful eve! |
| Dreams | My eyes make pictures, when they are shut. |
| Dreams | And so, his senses gradually wrapt In a half sleep, he dreams of better worlds, And dreaming hears thee still, O singing lark; That singest like an angel in the clouds. |
| Eating | For he on honey-dew hath fed, And drunk the milk of Paradise. |
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