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!
To all, to each, a fair good-night, and pleasing dreams, and slumbers light.
I have sometimes thought of the final cause of dogs having such short lives and I am quite satisfied it is in compassion to the human race; for if we suffer so much in losing a dog after an acquaintan...
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...
He that climbs a ladder must begin at the first round.
Success or failure in business is caused more by the mental attitude even than by mental capacities.
Her blue eyes sought the west afar For lovers love the western star.
It was woman that taught me cruelty, and on woman therefore I have exercised it.
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
Cutting honest throats by whispers.
All men who have turned out worth anything have had the chief hand in their own education.
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.
Oh, what a tangled web we weave...when first we practice to deceive.
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!
Breathes there the man with soul so dead Who never to himself hath said This is my own my native land!
The sickening pang of hope deferr'd.
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!
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.
Teach your children poetry; it opens the mind, lends grace to wisdom and makes the heroic virtues hereditary.
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, in which men steal through existence, like sl...