The first pressure of sorrow crushes out from our hearts the best wine; afterwards the constant weight of it brings forth bitterness, the taste and strain from the lees of the vat.
Quote by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Love gives itself; it is not bought.
The life of a man consists not in seeing visions and in dreaming dreams, but...
Most people would succeed in small things if they were not troubled with great ambitions.
For age is opportunity no less than youth itself, though in another dress, and as...
I shot an arrow into the air, It fell to earth, I knew not where;...
Fame comes only when deserved, and then is as inevitable as destiny, for it is...
Build today, then strong and sure, With a firm and ample base; And ascending and...
The nearer the dawn the darker the night.
There is no grief like the grief that does not speak.
Youth comes but once in a lifetime.
Art is the child of Nature; yes, her darling child, in whom we trace the...
Kind hearts are the gardens, Kind thoughts are the roots, Kind words are the flowers,...
In character, in manner, in style, in all things, the supreme excellence is simplicity.
If we could read the secret history of our enemies, we should find in each...
Like a French poem is life; being only perfect in structure when with the masculine...
Every man has his secret sorrows which the world knows not; and often times we...
Thought takes man out of servitude, into freedom.
Intelligence and courtesy not always are combined; Often in a wooden house a golden room...
Whatever debases the intelligence degrades the entire human being.
God is another name for human intelligence raised above all error and imperfection, and extended...