As turning the logs will make a dull fire burn, so change of studies a dull brain.
The men that women marry, And why they marry them, will always be A marvel and a mystery to the world.
At first laying down, as a fact fundamental, That nothing with God can be accidental.
A coquette is a young lady of more beauty than sense, more accomplishments than learning, more charms not person than graces of mind, more admirers than friends, mole fools than wise men for attendants.
None but yourself who are your greatest foe.
Method is more important than strength, when you wish to control your enemies.
What else remains for me? Youth, hope and love; To build a new life on a ruined life.
Feeling is deep and still; and the word that floats on the surface Is as the tossing buoy, that betrays where the anchor is hidden.
Ambition’s cradle oftenest is its grave.
Great men stand like solitary towers in the city of God.
Every human heart is human.
Be noble in every thought And in every deed!
Even cities have their graves!
Shepherds at the grange, Where the Babe was born, Sang with many a change, Christmas carols until morn.
Nothing is or can be accidental with God.
I see, but cannot reach, the height That lies forever in the light.
Oh, what a glory doth this world put on, for him who with a fervent heart goes forth under the bright and glorious sky, and looks on duties well performed, and days well spent.
I love the season well When forest glades are teeming with bright forms, Nor dark and many-folded clouds foretell The coming of storms.
Beautiful in form and feature, lovely as the day, can there be so fair a creature formed of common clay?
Bell, thou soundest merrily, When the bridal party To the church doth hie! Bell, thou soundest solemnly, When, on Sabbath morning, Fields deserted lie!