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friend is the one who showes the way and walks a piece of road with us
But an old age serene and bright, and lovely as a Lapland night, shall lead thee to thy grave.
When from our better selves we have too long been parted by the hurrying world, and droop. Sick of its business, of its pleasures tired, how gracious, how benign is solitude.
For I have learned to look on nature, not as in the hour of thoughtless youth, but hearing oftentimes the still, sad music of humanity.
The best portion of a good man's life is his little, nameless, unremembered acts of kindness and of love.
In ourselves our safety must be sought. By our own right hand it must be wrought.
Go to the poets, they will speak to theeMore perfectly of purer creatures--
To character and success two things contradictory as they may seem must go together-humble dependence and manly independence: humble dependence on God and manly reliance on self.
Nature is a volume of which God is the author.
Fear is a cloak which old men huddle about their love as if to keep it warm.
To character and success two things contradictory as they may seem must go together-humble dependence and manly independence humble dependence on God and manly reliance on self.
A man he seems of cheerful yesterdays And confident tomorrows.
Come forth into the light of things, let nature be your teacher.
Nature never did betrayThe heart that loved her.
Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart
How does the Meadow flower its bloom unfold? Because the lovely little flower is free down to its root, and in that freedom bold.
Books! tis a dull and endless strife:Come, hear the woodland linnet, How sweet his music! on my life, There's more of wisdom in it.
Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting...
What is pride? A rocket that emulates the stars.
A simple child. That lightly draws its breath. And feels its life in every limb. What should it know of death?