"In modern business it is not the crook who is to be feared most, it is the honest man who doesn't know what he is doing."

"She was a Phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight A lovely Apparition sent To be a moment's ornament."

"Is then no nook of English ground secureFrom rash assault?"

"The pleasure-house is dust:-behind, before,This is no common waste, no common gloom;But Nature, in due course of time, once moreShall here put on her beauty and her bloom.She leaves these objects to a slow decay,That what we are, and have been, may be known;But at the coming of the milder day,These monuments shall all be overgrown."

"For I have learned to look on nature, not as in the hour of thoughtless youth, but hearing oftentimes the still, sad music of humanity."

"The happy Warrior is he who, with a natural instinct to discern what knowledge can perform, is diligent to learn; abides by this resolve, and stops not there, but makes his moral being his prime care."

"Habit rules the unreflecting herd."

"We must be free or die who speak the tongue That Shakespeare spake the faith and morals hold Which Milton held."

"The flower that smells the sweetest is shy and lowly."

"To her fair works did Nature link The human soul that through me ran And much it grieved my heart to think What Man has made of Man."

"Rapine, avarice, expense, This is idolatry; and these we adore; Plain living and high thinking are no more."

"Hence, in a season of calm weatherThough inland far we be,Our souls have sight of that immortal sea."

"Nature is a volume of which God is the author."

"Friend is the one who showes the way and walks a piece of road with us."

"Go to the poets, they will speak to thee. More perfectly of purer creatures."

"The happy Warrior is the generous Spirit, who, when brought among the tasks of real life, hath wrought upon the plan that pleased his boyish thought: whose high endeavors are an inward light that makes the path before him always bright."

"The child is father of the man."

"That though the radiance which was once so bright be now forever taken from my sight. Though nothing can bring back the hour of splendor in the grass, glory in the flower. We will grieve not, rather find strength in what remains behind."

"When from our better selves we have too long been parted by the hurrying world, and droop. Sick of its business, of its pleasures tired, how gracious, how benign in solitude."

"What is pride? A rocket that emulates the stars."

"In ourselves our safety must be sought. By our own right hand it must be wrought."

"Books! tis a dull and endless strife:Come, hear the woodland linnet,How sweet his music! on my life,There's more of wisdom in it."

"For a multitude of causes, unknown to former times, are now acting with a combined force to blunt the discriminating powers of the mind, and unfitting it for all voluntary exertion to reduce it to a state of almost savage torpor... To this tendency of life and manners the literature and theatrical exhibitions of the country have conformed themselves."

"To begin, begin."

"Every great and original writer in proportion as he is great and original must himself create the taste by which he is to be relished."

"Nature never did betray the heart that loved her."

"Fear is a cloak which old men huddle about their love as if to keep it warm."

"The mind that is wise mourns less for what age takes away; than what it leaves behind."

"Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers."

"What we need is not the will to believe, but the wish to find out."

"The world is too much with us; late and soon, getting and spending, we lay waste our powers: Little we see in Nature that is ours."

"The thought of our past years in me doth breed Perpetual benediction: not indeed For that which is most worthy to be blest- Delight and liberty, the simple creed Of Childhood, whether busy or at rest, With new-fledged hope still fluttering in his breast."

"I listened, motionless and still; And, as I mounted up the hill, The music in my heart I bore, Long after it was heard no more."

"Wisdom is oftentimes nearer when we stoop than when we soar."

"Rest and be thankful."

"We not only wish to be pleased, but to be pleased in that particularway in which we have been accustomed to be pleased."

"But thou art with us, with us in the past,The present, with us in the times to come.There is no grief, no sorrow, no despair,No languor, no dejection, no dismay,No absence scarcely can there be, for thoseWho love as we do. Speed thee well!"

"Suffering is permanent, obscure and dark, And shares the nature of infinity."

"A lake carries you into recesses of feeling otherwise impenetrable."

"Not without hope we suffer and we mourn."

"I heard a thousand blended notesWhile in a grove I sate reclined,In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughtsBring sad thoughts to the mind.To her fair works did Nature linkThe human soul that through me ran;And much it grieved my heart to thinkWhat man has made of man."

"The happy Warrior is he who, doomed to go in company with pain, and fear, and bloodshed, miserable train turns his necessity to glorious gain; in face of these doth exercise a power which is our human nature's highest dower: controls them and subdues, transmutes, bereaves of their bad influence, and their good receives: by objects, which might force the soul to abate her feeling, rendered more compassionate; is placable- because occasions rise so often that demand such sacrifice; more skillful in self-knowledge, even more pure, as tempted more; more able to endure, as more exposed to suffering and distress; thence, also, more alive to tenderness."

"How does the Meadow flower its bloom unfold? Because the lovely little flower is free down to its root, and in that freedom bold."

"Pictures deface walls more often than they decorate them."

"Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart."

"A simple child. That lightly draws its breath. And feels its life in every limb. What should it know of death?"

"Though nothing can bring back the hourOf splendor in the grass, of glory in the flower;We will grieve not, rather findStrength in what remains behind;In the primal sympathyWhich having been must ever be..."

"With an eye made quiet by the power of harmony, and the deep power of joy, we see into the life of things."

"Society has parted man from man, neglectful of the universal heart."

"A man he seems of cheerful yesterdays And confident tomorrows."