O month when they who love must love and wed.Collection: Wedding
Words are less needful to sorrow than to joy.Collection: Sad
Love has a tide!Collection: Love
O sweet, delusive Noon, Which the morning climbs to find, O moment sped too soon, And morning left behind.Collection: Morning
As soon as I began, it seemed impossible to write fast enough - I wrote faster than I would write a letter - two thousand to three thousand words in a morning, and I cannot help it.Collection: Morning
When Time is spent, Eternity begins.Collection: Time
When love is at its best, one loves so much that he cannot forget.Collection: Love
I know the lands are lit, with all the autumn blaze of Goldenrod.Collection: Nature
If I could write a story that would do for the Indian one-hundredth part what 'Uncle Tom's Cabin' did for the Negro, I would be thankful the rest of my life.Collection: Thankful
Motherhood is priced Of God, at price no man may dare To lessen or misunderstand.Collection: Mom
If I can do one hundredth part for the Indian that Mrs. Stowe did for the Negro, I will be thankful.Collection: Thankful
The goldenrod is yellow, The corn is turning brown, The trees in apple orchards With fruit are bending down.
On the king's gate the moss grew gray; The king came not. They call'd him dead; And made his eldest son, one day, Slave in his father's stead.
By all these lovely tokens September days are here, With summer's best of weather And autumn's best of cheer.
I shall be found with 'Indians' engraved on my brain when I am dead. A fire has been kindled within me, which will never go out.
When the baby dies, On every side Rose stranger's voices, hard and harsh and loud. The baby was not wrapped in any shroud. The mother made no sound. Her head was bowed That men's eyes might not see Her misery.
But all lost things are in the angels' keeping, Love; No past is dead for us, but only sleeping, Love; The years of Heaven with all earth's little pain Make Good Together there we can begin again, In babyhood.
There cannot be found in the animal kingdom a bat, or any other creature, so blind in its own range of circumstance and connection, as the greater majority of human beings are in the bosoms of their families.
The woman who creates and sustains a home, and under whose hands children grow up to be strong and pure men and women, is a creator second only to God.Collection: Strong
Nothing can be so bad as to be displeased with one's self.Collection: Self
Next time!' In what calendar are kept the records of those next times which never come?Collection: Promise
One of Dr. Johnson's ingredients of happiness was, "A little less time than you want." That means always to have so many things you want to see, to have, and to do, that no day is quite long enough for all you think you would like to get done before you go to bed.Collection: Happiness
Who longest waits most surely wins.Collection: Inspirational
Now and then one sees a face which has kept its smile pure and undefiled. Such a smile transfigures; such a smile, if the artful but know it, is the greatest weapon a face can have.Collection: Weapons
Who waits until the wind shall silent keep Will never find the ready hour to sow.Collection: Wind
Wounded vanity knows when it is mortally hurt; and limps off the field, piteous, all disguises thrown away. But pride carries its banner to the last; and fast as it is driven from one field unfurls it in another, never admitting that there is a shade less honor in the second field than in the first, or in the third than in the second.Collection: Hurt
Gazing around, looking up at the lofty pinnacles above, which seemed to pierce the sky, looking down upon the world,-\-\it seemed the whole world, so limitless it stretched away at her feet,-\-\feeling that infinite unspeakable sense of nearness to Heaven, remoteness from earth which comes only on mountain heights, she drew in a long breath of delight, and cried: "At last! at last, Alessandro! Here we are safe! This is freedom! This is joy!Collection: Sky
Like a blind spinner in the sun,I tread my days:I know that all the threads will runAppointed ways.I know each day will bring its task,And being blind no more I ask.Collection: Sun
Stain my eyes as I may, on all sides all is black.Collection: Eye
That indescribable expression peculiar to people who hope they have not been asleep, but know they have.Collection: Expression
For April sobs while these are so glad April weeps while these are so gay,- Weeps like a tired child who had, Playing with flowers, lost its way.Collection: Children
Who longest wait of all surely wins.Collection: Winning
The voice of one who goes before, to makeThe paths of June more beautiful, is thineSweet May!Collection: Beautiful
There cannot be found in the animal kingdom a bat, or any other creature, so blind in its own range of circumstance and connection, as the greater majority of human beings are in the bosoms of their familiesCollection: Animal
Wounded vanity knows when it is mortally hurt; and limps off the field, piteous, all disguises thrown away. But pride carries its banner to the last.Collection: Hurt
On the king's gate the moss grew gray;The king came not. They called him deadAnd made his eldest son one daySlave in his father's stead.Collection: Kings
Most men call fretting a minor fault, a foible, and not a vice. There is no vice except drunkenness which can so utterly destroy the peace, the happiness of a hoe.Collection: Men
O proudly name their names who bravely sail| To seek brave lost in Arctic snows and seas!Collection: Sea
O May, sweet-voice one, going thus before, Forever June may pour her warm red wine Of life and passions,--sweeter days are thine!Collection: Sweet
O bees, sweet bees!" I said; "that nearest field Is shining white with fragrant immortelles Fly swiftly there and drain those honey wells.Collection: Sweet
The wild mustard in Southern California is like that spoken of in the New Testament. . . . Its gold is as distinct a value to the eye as the nugget gold is in the pocket.Collection: Eye