Art is the child of Nature; yes, her darling child, in whom we trace the features of the mother's face, her aspect and her attitude.
Quote by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Lives of great men all remind us, we can make our lives sublime, and, departing,...
Resolve and thou art free.
Intelligence and courtesy not always are combined; Often in a wooden house a golden room...
Thought takes man out of servitude, into freedom.
We judge ourselves by what we feel capable of doing, while others judge us by...
Sorrow and silence are strong, and patient endurance is godlike.
Do not condemn the judgment of another because it differs from your own. You may...
Talk not of wasted affection; affection never was wasted.
Kind hearts are the gardens, Kind thoughts are the roots, Kind words are the flowers,...
Youth comes but once in a lifetime
The setting of a great hope is like the setting of the sun. The brightness...
There is no grief like the grief that does not speak
If you only knock long enough and loud enough at the gate, you are sure...
There is nothing holier in this life of ours than the first consciousness of love,...
The love of learning, the sequestered nooks, And all the sweet serenity of books.
Evil is only good perverted.
Joy, temperance, and repose, slam the door on the doctor's nose.
A torn jacket is soon mended; but hard words bruise the heart of a child.
In character, in manner, in style, in all things, the supreme excellence is simplicity.
Sit in reverie and watch the changing color of the waves that break upon the...