Though like the wanderer,
The sun gone down,
Darkness be over me,
My rest a stone;
Yet in my dreams I'd be
Nearer, my God, to Thee.
Sarah Fuller Flower Adams
It is a part of probability that many improbable things will happen.
The leafless orchard
Is alone day and night
With his pure and sad silence.
If I can't have love, if I can't find peace, / Give me a bitter glory.
Sleep on your writing; take a walk over it; scrutinize it of a morning; review it of an afternoon; digest it after a meal; let it sleep in your drawer a twelvemonth; never venture a whisper about it to your friend, if he be an author especially.
Amos Bronson Alcott
A little common sense, goodwill, and a tiny dose of unselfishness could make this goodly earth into an earthly paradise.
Do no sinful action, speak no angry word; ye belong to Jesus, children of the Lord.
Cecil Frances Alexander
That blood which thou hast spill'd, should join you closely in an eternal bond.
There is no mystery about the authorship of Shakespeare's plays. They were not written by Shakespeare at all. They were all written by a total stranger, about whom all we know is that he was called Shakespeare.
The within is ceaselessly becoming the without. From the state of a man's heart doth proceed the conditions of his life; his thoughts blossom into deeds, and his deeds bear the fruitage of character and destiny.
A man who keeps a diary pays, Due toll to many tedious days; But life becomes eventfulthen, His busy hand forgets the pen. Most books, indeed, are records less Of fulness than of emptiness.
One way of looking at poetic periods is to notice what contemporary interests and knowledge penetrate the best verse written at the time and what moods are permitted in treating of these matters.
A good youth ought to have a fear of God, to be subject to his parents, to give honor to his elders, to preserve his purity; he ought not to despise humility, but should love forbearance and modesty. All these are an ornament to youthful years.
Twentieth pupil of the centuries knows its stuff and bird-changed this century like Jesus climbs the sky.
Zeus, the father of the Olympic Gods, turned mid-day into night, hiding the light of the dazzling Sun; and sore fear came upon men.
Whatsoever Venus bids
Is a joy excelling,
Never in an evil heart
Did she make her dwelling.
But that he wrought so high the specious tale,
As manifested plainly 'twas a lie.
Ye generous maids, revenge your sex's wrong; Let not the mean destroyer e'er approach Your sacred charms. Now muster all your pride, Contempt and scorn, that, shot from Beauty's eye, Confounds the mighty impudent, and smites The front unknown to shame.
I am Arnaut who love the wind,
And chase the hare with the ox,
And swim against the torrent.
So I cradle this average violin that knows
Only forgotten showtunes, but argues
The possibility of free declamation anchored
To a dull refrain....
This was no friendship, to forsake your friend, To promise your support and at the end Abandon him-this was sheer treachery. Friend follows friend to hell and blasphemy- When sorrow comes one's true friends are found; In times of joy ten thousand gather round.
Attar of Nishapur
All writers feel struck by the limitations of language.
And His that gentle voice we hear,
Soft as the breath of even.
What colour are they now, thy quiet waters?
The evening star has brought the evening light,
And filled the river with the green hillside;
The hill-tops waver in the rippling water,
Trembles the absent vine and swells the grape
In thy clear crystal.
My own soul is my most faithful friend. My own heart, my truest confidant.
Quote of the day
A love of books, of holding a book, turning its pages, looking at its pictures, and living its fascinating stories goes hand-in-hand with a love of learning.
Predictions that didn't happen
If it's on the Internet it must be true
Remarkable Last Words (or Near-Last Words)
Philip James Bailey
Letitia Elizabeth Landon