Love rules the court, the camp, the grove, and men below, and the saints above, for love is heaven, and heaven is love.
Oh, what a tangled web we weave…when first we practice to deceive.
I pretend not to be a champion of that same naked virtue called truth, to the very outrance. I can consent that her charms be hidden with a veil, were it but for decency’s sake.
My hope, my heaven, my trust must be,My gentle guide, in following thee.
Fight on, brave knights! Man dies, but glory lives! Fight on; death is better than defeat! Fight on brave knights! for bright eyes behold your deeds!
All men who have turned out worth anything have had the chief hand in their own education.
We shall never learn to feel and respect our real calling and destiny, unless we have taught ourselves to consider every thing as moonshine, compared with the education of the heart.
And please return it. You may think this a strange request, but I find that although my friends are poor arithmeticians, they are nearly all of them good bookkeepers.
Colonel Talbot? he is a very disagreeable person, to be sure. He looks as if he thought no Scottish woman worth the trouble of handing her a cup of tea.
I will tear this folly from my heart, though every fibre bleed as I rend it away!
so wondrous wild, the whole might seemthe scenery of a fairy dream
One hour of life, crowded to the full with glorious action, and filled with noble risks, is worth whole years of those mean observances of paltry decorum
Craigengelt, you are either an honest fellow in right good earnest, and I scarce know how to believe that; or you are cleverer than I took you for, and I scarce know how to believe that either.
Thou hast had thty day, old dame, but thy sun has long been set. Thou art now the very emblem of an old warhorse turned out on the barren heath; thou hast had thy paces in thy time, but now a broken amble is the best of them.
It was woman that taught me cruelty, and on woman therefore I have exercised it.
The wretch, concentred all in self,Living, shall forfeit fair renown,And, doubly dying, shall go downTo the vile dust, from whence he sprung,Unwept, unhonored, and unsung.
In the wide pile, by others heeded not,Hers was one sacred solitary spot,Whose gloomy aisles and bending shelves containFor moral hunger food, and cures for moral pain.
We are like the herb which flourisheth most when trampled upon
Revenge, the sweetest morsel to the mouth that ever was cooked in hell.
A Christmas gambol oft could cheerThe poor man’s heart through half the year.
No word of commiseration can make a burden feel one feather’s weight lighter to the slave who must carry it.
Wounds sustained for the sake of conscience carry their own balsam with the blow.
Breathes there the man with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land.
Oh, many a shaft at random sentFinds mark the archer little meant!And many a word at random spokenMay soothe, or wound, a heart that’s broken!
He that climbs a ladder must begin at the first round.
The happy combination of fortuitous circumstances.
Is death the last sleep? No it is the last final awakening.
One crowded hour of glorious life Is worth an age without a name.
To the timid and hesitating everything is impossible because it seems so.
One hour of life crowded to the full with glorious action and filled with noble risks is worth whole years of those mean observances of paltry decorum.
To all to each a fair good night And pleasing dreams and slumbers light.
Breathes there the man with soul so dead Who never to himself hath said This is my own my native land!
I cannot tell how the truth may be I say the tale as ’twas said to me.
O Caledonia! stern and wild Meet nurse for a poetic child! Land of brown heath and shaggy wood Land of the mountain and the flood Land of my sires! what mortal hand Can e’er untie the filial band That knits me to thy rugged strand!
To all to each a fair goodnight And pleasing dreams and slumbers light.
Her blue eyes sought the west afar For lovers love the western star.
I cannot tell how the truth may be I say the tale as ’twas said to me.
I cannot tell how the truth may be I say the tale as ’twas said to me.
O Woman! in our hours of ease Uncertain coy and hard to please And variable as the shade By the light quivering aspen made When pain and anguish wring the brow A ministering angel thou!
Success or failure in business is caused more by the mental attitude even than by mental capacities.
For success, attitude is equally as important as ability.
To all, to each, a fair good-night, and pleasing dreams, and slumbers light.
How pleasant it is for a father to sit at his child’s board. It is like an aged man reclining under the shadow of an oak which he has planted.
Unless a tree has borne blossoms in spring, you will vainly look for fruit on it in autumn.
O! many a shaft, at random sent, Finds mark the archer little meant! And many a word, at random spoken, May soothe or wound a heart that’s broken!
It is wonderful what strength of purpose and boldness and energy of will are roused by the assurance that we are doing our duty.
Each age has deemed the new-born year the fittest time for festal cheer.
A lawyer without history or literature is a mechanic, a mere working mason; if he possesses some knowledge of these, he may venture to call himself an architect.
He is the best sailor who can steer within fewest points of the wind, and exact a motive power out of the greatest obstacles.
A rusty nail placed near a faithful compass, will sway it from the truth, and wreck the argosy.
Faces that have charmed us the most escape us the soonest.
O, what a tangled web we weave when first we practise to deceive!
Teach your children poetry; it opens the mind, lends grace to wisdom and makes the heroic virtues hereditary.
Success – keeping your mind awake and your desire asleep.
Love rules the court, the camp, the grove, And men below, and saints above: For love is heaven, and heaven is love.
When thinking about companions gone, we feel ourselves doubly alone.