“ Weep not that the world changes - did it keep a stable, changeless state, it were cause indeed to weep. William C. Bryant
“ Truth gets well if she is run over by a locomotive, while error dies of lockjaw if she scratches her finger. William C. Bryant
“ The little windflower, whose just opened eye is blue as the spring heaven it gazes at. William C. Bryant
“ And suns grow meek, and the meek suns grow brief, and the year smiles as it draws near its death. William C. Bryant
“ The moon is at her full, and riding high, Floods the calm fields with light. The airs that hover in the summer sky Are all asleep tonight. William C. Bryant
“ Difficulty, my brethren, is the nurse of greatness - a harsh nurse, who roughly rocks her foster - children into strength and athletic proportion. William C. Bryant
“ Poetry is that art which selects and arranges the symbols of thought in such a manner as to excite the imagination the most powerfully and delightfully. William C. Bryant
“ There is no glory in star or blossom till looked upon by a loving eye There is no fragrance in April breezes till breathed with joy as they wander by. William C. Bryant
