I’ve a grand memory for forgetting.
The world is so full of a number of things, I’m sure we should all be as happy as kings.
The Devil, can sometimes do a very gentlemanly thing.
My devil had been long caged, he came out roaring.
I will make you brooches and toys for your delight Of bird-song at morning and star-shine at night. I will make a palace fit for you and me Of green days in forests and blue days at sea.
The rain is falling all around, It falls on field and tree, It rains on the umbrellas here, And on the ships at sea. – Rain.
Death, like a host, comes smiling to the door; Smiling, he greets us, on that tranquil shore Where neither piping bird nor peeping dawn Disturbs the eternal sleep, But in the stillness far withdrawn Our dreamless rest for evermore we keep.
But of works of art little can be said.
Away down the river, A hundred miles or more, Other little children Shall bring my boats ashore.
This grove, that was now so peaceful, must then have rung with cries, I thought; and even with the thought I could believe I heard it ringing still.
Talk is by far the most accessible of pleasures. It costs nothing in money, it is all profit, it completes our education, founds and fosters our friendships, and can be enjoyed at any age and in almost any state of health.
And if a man reads very hard, as the old anecdote reminds us, he will have little time for thought.
A little amateur painting in water colors shows the innocent and the quiet mind.
If you want a person’s faults, go to those who love him. They will not tell you, but they know.
Everyday life is a stimulating mixture of order and haphazardry. The sun rises and sets on schedule but the wind bloweth where it listeth.
If a man lives to any considerable age, it can not be denied that he laments his imprudences, but I notice he often laments his youth a deal more bitterly and with a more genuine intonation.
There can be no fairer ambition than to excel in talk; to be affable, gay, ready, clear, and welcome.
Wealth I ask not, hope nor love, Nor a friend to know me; All I seek, the heaven above And the road below me.
O wind, a-blowing all day long, O wind, that sings so loud a song!
Youth is the time to go flashing from one end of the world to the other, both in mind and body.