James Russell Lowell

The eye is the notebook of the poet.

Each day the world is born anew for him who takes it rightly.

Every person born into this world their work is born with them.

Folks never understand the folks they hate.

Truth, after all, wears a different face to everybody, and it would be too tedious to wait till all were agreed.

An appeal to the reason of the people has never been known to fail in the long run.

The surest plan to make a man is, think him so.

I have always been of the mind that in a democracy manners are the only effective weapons against the bowie-knife.

It is the privilege of genius that life never grows common place, as it does for the rest of us.

Once to every person and nation come the moment to decide. In the conflict of truth with falsehood, for the good or evil side.

What a sense of security in an old book which time has criticized for us.

Where one person shapes their life by precept and example, there are a thousand who have shaped it by impulse and circumstances.

Incredulity robs us of many pleasures, and gives us nothing in return.

The greatest homage we can pay to truth, is to use it.

Death is delightful. Death is dawn, The waking from a weary night Of fevers unto truth and light.

On one issue at least, men and women agree; they both distrust women.

Fortune is the rod of the weak, and the staff of the brave.

There are two kinds of weakness, that which breaks and that which bends.

It is by presence of mind in untried emergencies that the native metal of man is tested.

There is no good in arguing with the inevitable. The only argument available with an east wind is to put on your overcoat.